There was a collapsed star.
There was light at the very end of a cave.
There was lightning that struck a tree.
There was a baby born
With a slightly bigger skull, one day.
Her mother didn’t know what she’d birthed.
She couldn’t see the skyscrapers
Or endless hours in the fields.
Out on the twilight Savanna
Still crying
The little mutant clutched her mother
In the early hours of the Pliocene
The humans are out there taking their bows in the light where the world can see.
We are piled up,
cold and immobile on the floor as the green room light fills
Crunched windshield from last February.
Glass was embedded in his hand from when the truck flipped.
They hit black ice on the road.
All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.
They danced in the water like they never had before.
I know they did.
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