Past Sad

Woke today devoid of tears,
fossilized,
dry and remote as
bones of dinosaurs.
Yesterday
(in the Cretaceous period)
still breathing
(gasping, fighting)
rumors of extinction,
ever-present,
seemed a far-off fear
that in a moment turned
to fact
and future into past.
And only I, ignorant and proud,
refused to see how long ago
(archaic dream)
beneath the weight of centuries
this dinosaur had died.