They crawl over the earth
Leaving trails of slime behind
Creeping on all fours;
hungry, desperate, and blind
Swallowing sunshine, crashing waves
and dragonflies
Ears filled with cotton, too deaf
to hear their cries
Only pausing when one of their own dies.

Stubby fingers can't grasp the pain
Licking their victims' wounds
with poison tongues to entertain
Incapable of emotion;
Trapped in their upside-down brains
Obliterating color like a
Spreading bleach stain.

They walk around backwards to
see the wreckage they leave in their wake
******* the marrow from the bones they break
never apologizing for their innumerable mistakes
for they lack the butterfly in their brains
that warns them to stop before it's too late.

The prey are waiting
waiting for that generation to die
waiting for an opening in the poison sky
waiting for a ripple of change in the tides
they think "even the stragglers will be gone in time"
but for now are too powerless to do anything but wait.
Wait for the final goodbye.