In the title poem of Pterodactyl Rose, the speaker tells us that when he peers into his rearview mirror, he imagines the air behind him filling with the bodies of those ancient creatures his engine is burning. He says he is wild with prayer and longing, as we all are, entering a century that may determine whether mankind will have a long tenure on this planet or will be just another vanished species. In poem after poem here, Heyen probes the roots of our unprecedented ecological crisis and carries us with him.
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In the title poem of Pterodactyl Rose, the speaker tells us that when he peers into his rearview mirror, he imagines the air behind him filling with the bodies of those ancient creatures his engine is burning. He says he is wild with prayer and longing, as we all are, entering a century that may determine whether mankind will have a long tenure on this planet or will be just another vanished species. In poem after poem here, Heyen probes the roots of our unprecedented ecological crisis and carries us with him.
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