WITH THE END OF SCIENCE FICTION

WITH THE END
OF SCIENCE FICTION

as apes we are
quite unique

see how shaggy sweet
and smart we are
dancing a-rout around
the monolith

about to
leave the cave
start
  the arms race

tell our fable
to the stars
the twinkle, twinkle
bright ones
not the ones with
planets of
the dark forest

but the blessing
of evolution, breeding such
an array of
heights and sizes
coats of many colours

has not quite had
the effect
sought after

nothing like difference
to breed the hate
that kills
and if
not hatred
then a road, no
THE road to power

which has me wondering
my the monolith
bothered
    came our way

gave
us our truth
          out there somewhere
with the end of science fiction

(as unique apes with
unique ape planet
          seemingly star
child
bound
      unless resting
on our laurels)