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Featured Poem II • August 2016

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Million-Year Elegies: Edmontonia

 

Ada Hoffmann

 
 

You preach against an excess of armor, the spikes at our shoulders, the hardened carapace dragged along lest fangs or grit get through. Of course this is foreign to you, the soft-furred ones, who groom and purr and forgive. You want to understand us. You want us to roll on our bellies, defenseless— (—in a world of soft grasses, an imaginary haven of murmurs and lightest caresses—) —you see thickness as guilt, as giving up. But watch as we spar on the shores. Hear the bellow of victory, the rough thumping roll down rocky slopes. Watch us burst and shrug through the underthorns of the thickening woods. Watch the clash which is joy because we may clash and clash again, the bold heavy beat of a heart that knows weight and grins in its midst. You who can taste each other’s skin, you do not know the intimacy of shared armor, shared sharpness, shared strength.

 

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2014 Ada portraitAda Hoffmann is an autistic computer science student from Canada. Her poetry has appeared in Strange Horizons, Stone Telling, and Goblin Fruit, as well as the Imaginarium 4 year’s-best anthology, and has been nominated for the Rhysling Award. You can find Ada online at ada-hoffmann.com or on Twitter at @xasymptote.

She writes that “The ‘Million-Year Elegies’ series is a work in progress in which I try to write poems about as many dinosaurs and other paleontological creatures as possible. I have always loved dinosaurs, and I firmly believe that they are not just for kids! Adults can be fascinated by ancient life and its diversity, too.

“Edmontonia was an armored dinosaur similar to Ankylosaurus. When I wrote this, I had recently encountered many well-meaning Christians who seemed to view sensory defensiveness as a spiritual defect of a sort. Some of my frustration about that went into the poem. Other parts of the poem are pure fantasy; after all, I am not really nearly as tough as an Edmontonia in real life.”

 

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