I have been long distance writing with the Secret Poets. Annie supplied a photograph of a museum diorama of a Diictodon. It was a proto-mammal that lived millions of years ago.
It promoted me to write this:
and they fought
and they fucked on
tumbling into to an ecological niche
they could exploit until over population
we have even found their burrows
the now fossilised spaces they crawled through
as the hazards of flood plain living
became too apparent
This set me thinking about mass extinctions.
I wrote this about brewing beer.
I think of the Paleoprotozoic extinction
every time I make beer
cheering on that powered yeast
to drown in its own waste product
itself a poison
photosynthesis began like that
food for free
all those cells amazed at how easy it was
until the oxygen bi-product did them in
Essentially that's what happened.
Here's the Larkin Poe.
Until next time.