one headlight

[fifty eight]

i did not like it very much
no i did not
i think that it was more the feeling of
no control
and too much control
at the same time
i think that i did not like the way
that i was sitting on a dinosaur
full of heat and power
and in my hands was its mane
and if i yanked the wrong way the dinosaur flipped
and fell
or rolled onto its belly
no, i did not like it
we took it for granted
that control
that dinosaur knew it too
and killed our earth
with its breath

focus: gloval warming via cars, metaphorically implying a dinosaur is a car in relation to animal mastery? i'm so sick of poetry. one more day.