Lovely little trilobite
Spines sticking out everywhere,
You have quite a few good points
Worthy of fond metaphors
For a quill tip invented
Some long time after the last
Of you, self-consecrated,
Curled in your fine enrollments,
And sank, pins folded, in depths
Of sedimentary seas.
The terrible land lizards
Who invented those first quills
Have since followed after you.
The quill-wielding monkeys will
Follow after them soon. Too
Poignantly pointed, your shells
As arranged around the shelves
Of the collaborators'
Bookshop. The only rebel
Ever was fell from the tip
Of a scribbling hypocrite.