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Lord of Time

by John F. Keane

I used to walk Gondwanaland
Down by the Tethys Sea;
No other pleasure of the past
Remains so dear to me.

Beside the booming Tethys Sea
Two nothosaurs would nest
Beneath an outcrop, in a cave
That opened on the west.

The sun in splendour lit the waves
With rosy balm each dawn;
When ancient stars brought evensong
Young nothosaurs were born.

Today the Tethys Sea is gone
And off to work I go;
The nothosaurs have turned to stone
As I drive through the snow.

Copyright © 2013 by John F. Keane

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