My Human Disguise.
It’s thought s/he was a filthy scavenger,
Like rats, roaches, or the turkey vulture.
Her arms were just too small and weak to fight,
And all a ruse that prodigious bite!
Absurd, a monster roaming on and on
Looking for whose leftover carrion?
They say volcanoes or an asteroid
Killed them all off in a few years or days,
Leaving earth a dark and near-lifeless void,
Blind for millennia to solar rays.
I loved them as a kid. Now I wonder
Why we don’t tremble today at thunder
Of beasts. New catastrophes loom, some think.
Will we live long enough to be extinct?
