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)
poems 2 die for 