Animals Were A Dead End
Animals Were a Dead End
the forest,
having engulfed the world,
claws up with twiggy fingers,
some broken in the passage
of satellites, autoshuttles, dirigibles,
each is slowed, caught, twigged
down branch by branch,
engulfed, dissected, pondered
by brains of cinnamon,
of nutmeg, and of pepper,
convoluted, massive, ancient;
slow thoughts, indeed:
these things had makers: find them,
also, learn to fly.