i can picture a well-fed pack
of neo-human hounds lounging
around some primeval fire,
triceratops grazing in the tall grass
and one, especially sleek jackal,
arm thrown back over a rock,
lips smacking on a bone
toothpick, and snapping
"yeah, this'll do fine
for the next million years,
or so, with a few, minor refinements,"
and then whirling on the skinny, runtish
dog, slinking in to snatch one scrap,
now that the feast is over; whirling, teeth
flashing, and trapping the pup by the throat
with a death snarl.....
how can you raise
an eyebrow, when the husband
slaps the wife, or they finally drop
the big one?
how can you act surprised?
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