Texas Tea
From the Dinosaur's Eyes
People do not understand me.
Some think my remains fuel industries bent on
extraction, when my bones weave stories for
children and teach lessons to those whose only wish is to
discover
the wisdom of earth held in
my matrix. Revealed
like rings of a tree,
the lacunae, canaliculi, and vessels map
lifetimes. They show answers: both
histories and projections.
Titans of such extractive industries emulate my form and
consumption, careening toward
extinction; an
annihilation that is, unlike mine, self-produced.
No, I am not understood, but
an osteobiography reveals my truth–one which
has been intentionally misrepresented:
Mass extinctions are not only for the weak and
orthogenesis is a lie.
Our time on this earth is not guaranteed, and
human activity, at its current rate,
will bring about all demise.
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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