CSI: HELL CREEK
Cracked bones – long shanks – emerge from rust-strapped earth
like a revelation by Nemesis,
recalling hasty-covered violence.
Who witnessed the killer
slamming home through the ribcage,
shoveling the four tonne turkey
up and over
talons kicking sky
meat-cleaving jaw clashing a sirocco agony?
Who saw the killer figure eight its horns
loosening the armored neck,
for a locomotive coup de grace?