Tan Pratonix - Pterodactyls

Spread-eagled
Under the spreading runway
Pterodactyls struggle to rise.
One day the earth will crack up.

These blunt-nosed
Bleak-eyed blue-winged monsters
Streak into intangibility; stretching…
Strain –
And wings tumbling,
Props whiz,
Wheels spinning,
Stick...
Stick, split.

Out of the mind's fissure shoots
A skin-bone sheet-arm,
Beak breaking…
Back to this horror, this
Madness.

Tan Pratonix

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