The Priest of Dinosaurs

A binocular slung around the neck

Forgiving Dinosaurs the behavior

The Priest stood at the doors of all men

And in the heap he would address

What is needed a deep repose from History

And settling of goons in the precincts of knowledge

Where is the dark age or ice age mortified

But speaking its own legacy to all men

Dignified by pope’s visit to their hometown

The men slung the guns

To shoot the first offspring of nature

The man of another faith.

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