Sic Transit Sapiens Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Four hundred years are but a drop.
Time's vale of tears may never stop
though treadmill wears - tick tock hip hop -
horizon clears - for Man closed shop.

Once ants ruled earth - they'll rise again
throughout lands' girth immune to pain.
Mankind's might, mirth must wane amain -
what of it's worth? Naught will remain.

This petty pace, syllabic tread,
leaves not a trace with bipeds dead,
two legs lose race, six speed ahead
with formic lace foes tail to head.

Jurassic Park from pride to fall
long had its lark! Beyond recall
big bones lie stark while over all
ants reign so, hark! prepare pall's shawl.

Man's tale is told as passing sigh,
both coward, bold, forgotten lie,
both young and old know no last cry
errors untold won't wonder why
humanity - from Shakespeare's books
to prints 3 D - no second looks
are granted. We, off tenterhooks
ant colony, control niches, nooks.