After The Dinosaurs...The Mammals Poem by elysabeth faslund

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Leaving our footprints on shores
of Great Seas,
walking forever inland,
we left gills and fins behind.
We played in the trees.

Predators below us, we remained high,
then, standing...we saw far.

Back to the oceans one, last time
to nurture our young,
our bodies' hair streamlined.
Predators weren't comfortable in water.
As we.

Turning again, we chittered 'farewell.'

As Khan's warriors, we slew Europe.
We were Custer's Last Stand.
We crossed the Potomac.

We built mansions on the shores.
Palaces of jeweled mahogany.
We left footprints in manicured
gardens, laughing at Bengals,
always below us.

Some took to the air, once sacrifice-
screamed, to appease who we made.
Turkey, Bolivia, Japan- -all destinations.
Arrival. Bound captives.

Heading 1-7-4. Mach 127.
Two seconds after our Great Seas
escape, we looked to pinpoints
of our night.

We saw far.


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