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Ode to a Glow-in-the-Dark Dinosaur Toy, a poem, by Ted Donley

If you love something, you keep it. Sometimes for years and years. If you want to let go of it, you can pass it on in one of many ways… including sending it out into the universe. Posting this will allow me to throw out recycle a copy of a literary magazine* I’ve been holding on to since college.

Ode to a Glow-in-the-Dark Dinosaur Toy
by Ted Donley

Stegosaurus! burning bright
On the desktop of the night:
What immortal factory
Could mould thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant urban haze
Was born the terror of thy gaze?
From what secret carbon chain
Was forged thy tiny rubber brain?

And what shiny metal part
Could stamp the hollow of thy heart?
And what steel mould dare feel the flow
Of bioluminescent glow?

When the lights threw down their rays
And charged thy green nocturnal blaze,
Did it smile its work to see?
Did it that made tyrannosaurus rex make me?

Stegosaurus! burning bright
On the desktop of the night:
What immortal factory
Could mould thy fearful symmetry?

 

Complaints, please, to Ted.

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* Writers’ Bloc, Third Issue, Spring, 1986, Oberlin OH. I believe this was the dissident magazine of the year, in contrast to the official Creative Writing Program vehicle.

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