are myopic
and feeble—
they keep us as limp
and afraid
of what's above
as a blind and
silent earthworm.
And the time we have left
to change
our design
is abrupt
and compulsive
as a supple brown bird—
razor-eyed
but impatient,
contoured
but cursed
with a penchant
for finesse
but the rash guts
of a carnivore.
