The dinosaurs are dying.
Hear their roar.
See them thrash and mask their dying
With anger, they abhor
Past tense, that they RULED over us for so very long
With fear perhaps but something more
We were glad they seemed eternal
As we die far too soon, too soon.
The sense I get, something else is forming,
Will take their place.
It worries me though,
That it will not have a face.