The distant roar of a wayward jet
scuttles ants into their bunkers of soil.
As khaki men duck in ditches,
from a ditch do ducks peek
beyond their comprehensions.
Preening, the apes ignore that
which concerns them not;
and captive cats from Stockholm,
learning to love the toys of humanity,
welcome another show of presence.
Only the lone donkey is counting.
Four minutes eked out unnoticed.
Then man said, "Let there be light!"
And there was light,
so much light,
pinning cells in its radiance
and all is like glass.
Shades the chameleon
dare not replicate.
Trees that vanish in the barbeque.
Pigs roasted by the side of the road;
fresh, steaming crackling
slightly gone off.
Shrieking birds fall from the sky,
flapping balls of flame.
Worms return to dust
and the planet rumbles in discontent.
lifeless squirrels, chimpanzees, tigers,
wolves, cows, tarantulas,
as a first.
Upon the scene a pony staggers,
pushing its nose through wilting grass,
dragging the stump of a leg
it never knew.
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