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THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST
workroom vials, flasks
and weighing pans lie barren
no bones, no skin nor scat
but
dreamtime
finds an aboriginal zoo
brazen bipeds lope through tundra
chupacabra groom quills running down the backs
of young goat suckers
with asp-like t o n g u e s
cloven hoofs and serpent tails batten down
bog aster and sandwort
in forests of pitch pine
Bunyips disappear into billabongs
sinkholes and hollows
leaving behind a trail of
sulfuric stench
on a moonlit night
what leaps over a stone wall
induces a sleeping body to stir
and barnyard cats to stand oddly still
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