We should be extinct, we crocodile moms who
abandon our kids when they make the water;
saurian’s have no parental duties beyond
the basics of a successfully hatched egg
Yet we manage to survive midst mammalian life
through vicariousness bound in a barrage of
extrasensory but second hand perceptions drip-
fed through books, theories and ideas
With life we sing along full of gusto and open
mouths shouting the words of songs which
play with our thoughts – though we notoriously
lack ability to even make or play the instruments
And we survive because the saurian’s open season
is banned for wont of preserving a uselessness to
make the mammalian species seem even more than
magnanimous when all else patently fails
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem