Coal black claws,
Rock caked jaws
And wire ties.
Dead faces that still flicker with emotion,
Standing against time's corrosion
Outstretched arms of death and gentleness,
Lonely bones that never rest.
The carnivores will never rip warm flesh again
The herbivores will never grasp green plants again
Now they stand still and silent in a dusty hall
Waiting, but missing, the wild's call.