We found the Big Bang’s afterglow,
but humans took all the credit.
We’re smart little monkeys who know
numbers, who can locate shipwreck
victims, who get home by stars or
scent. Avian doomsday preppers,
we already thrive in the crush
and filth, like plump airborn roaches,
like cooing water bears. We lure
radio waves in to us, love
the static of the universe
ruffling our feathers. We’re at home
in the Milky Way’s transmissions,
the shimmers and the swirls of birth
and explosion reaching inside
our nests and corners, down our throats.
How many billion years ago
did it all begin? The ending
was predestined, just admit it.
Watch your last sand grain disappear
as our toes reach for the hourglass.
