On the Museum of Natural History’s 4th floor
I greeted my old friend:
“Hey, T. Rex! Long time, no see!”
My buddy flashed his killer teeth:
“Over two years, E. Katz,
I missed you.”
Surprised, I asked, “You missed me?
I didn’t know dinosaurs had emotions.
Rexy, did you know love?”
Rexy sighed: “I knew love
not as humans can
but as humans do:
love of self
and love of finding something weaker
to pounce upon.
E. Katz, can your species be saved
by love’s possibilities?”
“Rexy,” I answered, “you haven’t lost
to ask the tough question.
Let me ask you something we humans
have been curious about for centuries.
How did you die?”
“I don’t know.
One day I looked around
and I wasn’t there.”