Spread-eagled
Under the spreading runway
Pterodactyls struggle to rise.
One day the earth will crack up.
These blunt-nosed
Bleak-eyed blue-winged monsters
Streak into intangibility; stretching…
Strain –
And wings tumbling,
Props whiz,
Wheels spinning,
Stick...
Stick, split.
Out of the mind's fissure shoots
A skin-bone sheet-arm,
Beak breaking…
Back to this horror, this
Madness.
Tan Pratonix
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pterodactyls/
