Correcting the Dinosaurs

i am being snuffed out
that’s what this occasion bears
with a papa bear full of intentions
they kept the wilhelm scream
dear to the shoot ‘em up children
with desire to impart that old beat
of the time we all came up together
& cried hold over one another
since there is no such thing as a brontosaur
in the carpal tunnels of damaged love
you point to in shrinking maps
of a more convenient decade to have courage
and other unwelcomed confessions
right before I found the antifreeze