Pterodactyls
Pterodactyls
soaring in a blue sky---
We create unease
with our silent critical survey
Of all the very
up-to-date,
And clearly in a
higher state,
Homo Sapiens
Ensconced in
theIr rapid transit,
Safe (they
imagine)
From our
indiscretions
(The major
indiscretion being that we should exist at all).
They are not
afraid
(Protected as
they are
By a
superepidermis of
More or less
living metal and glass)---
They are not
afraid that
We will carry
off their babies.
It is simply
because we do not belong
That they glance
accusingly at the sky.
They do not like
ungainly anachronisms
Cluttering the
firmament,
Disturbing their
fragile peace
With the mute
reminder that
Perhaps
something was left behind
In the
primordial slime---
Some
unarticulated intuition
Of a different
way.