The Lost World: I Am Poem

Rollins Olmsted
I Am Poem

I am Animalia Dinosauria: terrible lizard

I see a menacing assassin hurtling through a stunning yet shadowy space,

“A giant meteorite, many miles in diameter…” (x) speeding towards earth.
I smell the disastrous stench of death and destruction,
As the unmistakable odor of mass extinction swirls round the globe.
I hear the whimpers and whines of creatures big and small.
Mother Nature confidently proclaims: “….the reign of the dinosaurs…” (x) has ended.
I taste decayed reptilian flesh and moldy, withered plant life.
Cannibalism triggers two of kind to simultaneously consume their clone.
I feel a catastrophic conclusion to the Cretaceous Period,

As a blanket of “…dust and debris darkens the skies” (x).

I am Animalia Dinosauria: wondrous lizard

I see the resurgence of dinosaurs: a uniquely Costa Rican Renaissance,
As Dino DNA is expertly re-sculpted from a genetic perspective.
I smell the tantalizing trace of anarchy lingering in the tropical air.
Complex species, the dinosaur for one, flourish “…only at the edge of chaos” (4).
I hear the unnerving racket emanating from a beast called man.
The Homo sapiens state the truth: “It is entirely possible that dinosaurs still exist” (8).
I taste ancient, appetizing memories from some 65 million years ago.
As “….rows of sharp predatory teeth…” (24) gnaw on savory recollections of eras long

since past.
I feel euphoric as the K-T Boundary of The Lost World is unearthed.
A return to domination is within the dinosaur’s firm grasp.

I am Animalia Dinosauria: powerful lizard

I see my brethren, the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex; the Mesozoic’s most celebrated star.
A portrait of a predator “…running at full speed - head low, jaws open, in an unmistakable

posture of attack” (155).
I taste scrumptious foliage that the Sauropod’s long neck allows it to reach;
As herds of giant herbivores devour flavorsome ferns and tasty trees.
I smell urine’s distinctive scent as a pack of Parasaurs prudently mark their terrain.
“A distinctive odor, pungent and sweet-sour…” (220) warns others to beware.
I touch Triceratops’ three twisted, tormenting horns;
As its prickly crown stricks a glancing blow.
I hear the Velociraptors’ brilliantly orchestrated anthem of bloodshed.
Rightly recorded as hissing composers, “…snarling and licking the blood off their

snouts” (306).

I am Animalia Dinosauria: terrible lizard