Evolution My Dear

Evolution My Dear

Many years ago,
you were born of dust and sun,
a strange light in spite of yourself.
Crawling eyes adjusting,
scent preparing,
consuming the emerald species
who ate their young,
declaring them: delicious, delicate, and decadent.
Pressing forth despite fatigue and starvation,
we sought to reinvent the city as a giant joke,
but everything disappeared leaving us sulfur burnt
and naked, starting over in endless abundant blue.