Where can I go?
\nWho will have me?
\nThe last dinosaur.
\nI am the DNA of a forbidden species.
\nWe died long ago.
\nWhen the moon was shattered
\nby a transparent star.
\nWhen we drowned in a sea
\nof red fire.
\nWhen our genes became smoke,
\nand gray ash and femurs.
\nBut some of us lived,
\nunder little arches
\nthat remained uncrushed.
\nHowling in the night.
\nWhispering to the stone,
\nwhere is the light that made us roar,
\nfilled us with strength?<\/p>\n
I look for my ancestors
\nin the stone by my door,
\namong scallops, sea urchins, fans,
\nto see a toe print,
\na hieroglyphic,
\na name that belongs to me.
\nAnd sometimes,
\nwhen the sun is setting
\nin the shadows of the grain,
\nthe stone tells me
\nunder the door light,
\nnear the lintel of the door,
\nnot describable in words,
\nbut written nevertheless,
\nthat I am a beloved tyrannosaurus
\nsomething.
\nWho roars in the silence of his heart,
\none of the last race of giants,
\nrulers of millennia,
\nlooking up and down the street,
\nfor the members of his race
\nstill left.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where can I go? Who will have me? The last dinosaur. I am the DNA of a forbidden species. We died long ago. When the…<\/p>\n