It is a giant sloth
From the Montana wetlands
Whose Siberian ice mask melted.
Nothing but another dinosaur
Resurrected by the enthusiasm
Of funny little scientists
Compelled to work.
Displayed in the museum
Munching along between these giant lobsters and sharks
He looks rather silly,
Like a snake without skin,
Bare wires exposed,
Muscles jumbled up on a bed of hot coals
Waiting to be consumed by a tribe of
Modern cavemen.
Outside
Bombings
Mass shootings
Nonsensical social media.
Dinosaurs can be careless.
It isn’t the end
But the beginning
You should be interested in.
There are no answers here.
They require too much work.
In a Sloth full world
Digging is discouraged, science discredited.
The path of least resistance
Is to let the truth
Stay buried.