Her claws on ivory bone
A bloodstained splotch on her scales
dripping and oozing
Strong jaws tearing flesh,
with the sickle claw in my abdomen,
Her fangs in my shoulder
knowing exactly where to chew.
She says: Well, nothing much. She's a dinosaur.
it's not about life or death.
it is about evolution.
With profound apologies and thanks to etouffee for the use and abuse of his poem the grace of a thousand repetitions