from The Museum of Natural Poetry: "A Dinosaur Cento" . . .
"Were beth they biforen us weren?" Eoraptor wonders.
"Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin," pants Coelophysis.
Lystrosaurus looks up, amazed: "In stede of blew, thus may ye were al greene."
Melanorosaurus mutters, "The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee."
"Blood must be my body's balmer," Liliensternus claims.
Herrerasaurus smiles: "Wounds so wide be wells of life to the good."
Nanotyrannus, modestly: "I cannot eat but little meat."
Aliwalia snaps, "Beware, therefore: the blind eateth many a fly."
Camelotia complains, "Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs."
Lufengosaurus scoffs at him: "The weddir is warme and fair."
"Love me so that I it fele," Frenguellosaurus pleads.
"An hendy hap ichabbe y-yent," explains Pisanosaurus.
"Western wind, when wilt thou blow?" Riojasaurus cries.
Aegyptosaurus gargles out: "Ich habbe y-yerned yore."
Lilts Plateosaurus, "Green groweth the holly!"
Spinosaurus dreams, "Toward my deeth with wind in stere I sayle."
1Rosanne Wasserman's most recent book of poems was Other Selves (Painted Leaf Press); she has a new collection, Frequently Asked Questions, circulating to publishers. A professor at the United States Merchant Marine Academy, she is the mother of the young poet Joey Richie ( Endless Enchantment) and the wife of the poet Eugene Richie (Island Light), with whom she has coauthored a book of collaborations, Place du Carousel; together, they direct the Groundwater Press, a nonprofit poetry publisher, which has published poets associated with the New York School circle and many others.