Where are their Bones?

[dukealien]

This is about one of my favorite subjects, one of the many underbellies of Rome.  I read that when they excavated a pit where the dead Arena animals were buried, there were so many that the smell of rotting flesh was still strong.

But about the poem, my only gripe is "fighting for their lives" which seems cliche.  Otherwise, this is a vivid trip to an interesting final stanza.

Depending on when that discovery was, there might be hope of recovering some DNA from the deliquescent mess and discovering, at long last, if the cameleopard was just a giraffe or something else entirely...

Another thought, though: the bones may have just gone for soup. Ah, well...