|“||A race of sucklers, with gnashing jaws,
you finished the tale of the dinosaurus,
but you'll never rise above the earth
as we: you're dust and soil and dearth,
an organised pack with famished maws. -
Maybe you'll rise from your mud one day.
How much, it's up to you say."
(from 'The Last Dinosaur' in Huojuvat keulat, 1946)
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