we felt it coming, or I did
  and we watched it for some time
  watched the shadow of something bigger than our imaginations
  that should have been soft and lively
  fall. and by the time it was to us, it had bloated
  bulbous in the abyss

but more time has passed, it may have been years,
  and we have found way to eat it,
  scuttling and gleaming.

there are more of us than it felt. crawling out of the
  sand, immobile for eons, staring as stars fell from
  the sky, or nasty anglerfish, or from ourselves.

but this meteor is nurturing. our own little cambria,
  and we spring to action, claw in claw,
  turning rot into joy