Dinosaur Tears

We lay hidden on the moon downs, covered by the dust that was as old as time itself. 

We could hear them, baying at the skies and confused at their lives and their place within it.

For once upon a time they had been rulers of this world. Once they had had the power to destroy, to maim, to kill, to hate. 

And as their sun waned and grew dark, they could not change.

They could not make themselves hate any less. They did not understand why the world had changed and left them behind.

Or why their Gods had forsaken them.

And as we heard the last dinosaur fall and hit the ground, I squeezed your hand and we smiled.

bobby stevenson 2013

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