This is a story about a dinosaur.
Everyone likes dinosaurs, right?
This dinosaur is green and friendly
and all-around happy.
He sings songs and tells jokes
and has sensiblyexciting adventures.
He smiles, he loves his dino-parents
and he sleeps sweetly
on a pillow of leaves,
with no worries to keep him up at night.
He plays in the dust of a billion years ago-
dust like pink sandy beaches on rocky shores.
He’s got a cute name, which is not important.
He’s got a best friend- different species but
they work through it and, naturally,
learn from it.
He avoids tar pits and volcanos and hail-storms.
This dinosaur is too fresh and rounded and innocent
to know ugly words
like predator, carnivore, food-chain.
The little dino-hero sees the beauty
of the prehistoric world,
before things were written down.
Before people started to erode his earth.
He doesn’t know war, pain, hunger.
He loves the sun but doesn’t burn.
He loves the sea but cannot drown.
He loves the cool breeze on his pebbled skin
but has never known cold.
Oh yes, there are things he will never feel-
Loneliness. Poverty. Hate. Anger.
Deep disappointment.Rejection. Blind prejudice.
He’s content being unaware of the things
that bring smarter dinosaurs down.
He doesn’t know what’s coming and no one
has the heart to tell him.
Meteor, mass destruction, species elimination.
Extinction of a whole, blissful, dreamed-up, secure world,
that existed for this one particularly true time.
Because all dinosaur stories are happy, right?