Mesozoic Warning
A Sonnet to Humanity from a Dinosaur
I come to preach, son of a line long dead,
Still seeing in mankind old follies rise;
We too let brief success go to our head,
Exulted appetite, and called it wise.
We made our force the gospel and the law,
Our roaring urge the bludgeon and the creed;
The petty globe held captive in our jaw,
Blind to the hungers only time can feed.
Her span has crushed our haughty bones to crude,
That liquid gold your industries consume,
Perspectives from short lives were ever skewed;
You too will rest in her entropic tomb.
So, heed your future; reflect in due course who’ll
Dig up your bones to use for mere fuel
Henrik Hoeg is a Danish poet living in Hong Kong. He is the organizer and main MC of Peel Street Poetry, an open mic that has now been running for over 20 years. He has published three books, with his latest being Birth is the Coward's Way In, a collection of poems and short stories.
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