Greg McLaren: Robert Adamson in The Valley of Gwangi
There are terrible reptiles we never quite catch
with our puny lassoes
We leave camp in the morning disguised as animals –
Eohippus the dawn horse, or the bird-mimic, Ornithomimus
with our puny lassoes
We leave camp in the morning disguised as animals –
Eohippus the dawn horse, or the bird-mimic, Ornithomimus
I never really believed it when I first laid eyes
on Gwangi, the living Allosaurus, trolling around the valley
It reminded me of my cousin skinny-dipping
in the river and eating raw fish
Eventually our horses will run away
and we’ll be cactus, standing around like living fossils
on TV
while my Aunty Beryl watches
We are surrounded by “poems”
that seem to be making fun of us
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