Confessions XIV

what chance – a dinosaur’s; 

i came abundant with armour, 

dull-witted but with resplendent strength,  

i strode through life 

armed with a tail club – i was prepared, 

discovered i was not – what use breast, 

thigh plate, 

weapons with spikes, strength and size 

when the ground beneath, through shed tears, 

turns to mud 

i sink, 

fused lizard 

refusing to change, 

i sink