Sonnet #73

There are dinosaurs in grocery stores, unseen,

We do not know what kills us when we're buying things

We take them home, they rest in back seats, hiding

as we walk up walkways, sneaking into the scene

The edges of the scene, the corners of our eyes

They sing a little, subaudibly, but audible enough

They hunt so quietly, we do not know how tough

We have to be to protect ourselves, who lives who dies

Depends on how careful we are, bad luck floating

in the air, stalking in the shadows around corners

Around the bend, looming over us, teeth gloating

where we fail to see. Old impulses calling to warn 

And calling to be torn. The prey of death desiring

Finds death easy. Slow suicide is easy. Go to the store.