Pinta Island tortoises extinct after death of Lonesome George
Perth Now, 25 June 2012
Of late the chatter among
the teetering cloth-skinned ones
has been about the Smithsonian
but I have long been pearling
a yearning to move to London.
I want to be closer to Darwin.
So reverse my living putrefaction
with injections of formaldehyde
set off with blown glass eyes
from Venice. I belong among
the mummies in the British Museum
inseparable from their carapaces,
a crystal enclosure in Kensington
my more likely destination
between the dodo and the mastodon.
I'm ready now for refined society
lists swelling like the Ganges
a queue ever at the turnstile.
I am more valuable extinct
than when I was merely unique,
like a stolen Picasso or Matisse.
(c) 2012 Slush Poet
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