What will they think of next?
And why? I watch the ants swarm
and small birds fly
like arrows into the trees’ eyes.
Once there were dinosaurs
giants of the forests. Upheaval,
ice, foreign bodies did them in.
Those birds their reincarnation.
And will we, big-headed,
two-headed, return, shrunken,
stamping our feet
(as we do) at the unfairness
of life, at whoever makes us
begin … again!!