Carolyn D. Elias Extinction
Behind the bones of a T- Rex whose heart stopped 65 million years before mine skipped a beat. Before boy and girl pressed sweaty flesh dressed as Charlie Chaplin and a drunk banana peel someone suggested the T-Rex be our chaplain, Natural History, our church. We communion amongst the bones of species ages past. Their death still clung to us, a bone-flesh exhibit, extinct before our lips parted.