Dinosaur Fires

If you look very closely, you will see the dinosaurs' fires. I think there a lot of dinosaurs in India. What are they burning? Not books. Maybe sticks, maybe newspapers, maybe they're making s'mores or roasting a pig. Maybe they're not thinking about the poems they should be writing and instead reading Christine Hume's Alaskaphrenia, stumbling across the lines: "I'm not right. I'm interfered with / and bent as light. I tried to use the spots, / for months I tried with rings. / Only now I'm thinking in cracks / that keep a modern light / lunged." Oh robot heaven! Keep those fires burning and on both ends. To procrastination!