Stone Age relics lumber to the edge of a desktop zoo, or wander across the floor, or emerge from trash cans from the rank contamination of mephitic swamps, peat moss bogs, liana-laden swales, rodent-like mammals weaving between massive saurian feet.


We dream of toying with naturalized forces of a nervous system rumbling up from Hell's Canyon, like armor-plated Stegosaurus, spiked Triceratops, Allosaurus, Tyrannosaurus rex, charging our disjunctive lives.


All species are measured for extinction, like a heart
set down to cool its core in the athanor
with the daughters of hydrogen light.