the surface, frozen
in the depths, they rest
suspended among ice
crystals
we can't see through
the crust, though we
know they are there,
for simple hook and bait
wake them
within the fine folds
of their brains, the
accumulated wisdom
of a half billion years
guides them to the catch
the promise of full gut
they don't see us through
the ice, we two legged novices
in the kingdom--jesters who lull
them from Cambrian dreams,
to the white light of today
they snap the lure
they flap about on the frozen pond,
we witness their death throes, unaware
what the gasping future holds
for the wretched species
to which we belong
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
the surface, frozen
in the depths, they rest
suspended among ice
crystals
we can't see through
the crust, though we
know they are there,
for simple hook and bait
wake them
within the fine folds
of their brains, the
accumulated wisdom
of a half billion years
guides them to the catch
the promise of full gut
they don't see us through
the ice, we two legged novices
in the kingdom--jesters who lull
them from Cambrian dreams,
to the white light of today
they snap the lure
they flap about on the frozen pond,
we witness their death throes, unaware
what the gasping future holds
for the wretched species
to which we belong
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