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:
Diictodon’s
Dilemma
they
ate
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
drowning
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
excreting
alcohol
itself
a poison
I
welcome
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.