One of evolution’s also-rans, it got
stuck with a moniker that presaged
drug company concoctions (“Life’s
got you down? Try Archaeopteryx. ”).
It had feathers jammed into a lizard
body, it’s “flight” a flapping hop,
claws ill- suited for perching safely above
its predators, if it could have flown there.
Glitz ridden as the Edsel, it was doomed
to disappear. And if the earth survives
our goose step, cash flow, and glacier
liquidation, we may end up asleep
in shale with the archaeopteryx:
discarded lemons, fossilized.
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