I find myself envious of extinction: br Snail Darters & other species hanging on the brink... br More envious still of those already vanish'd br from our corrupted & polluted plane br having slipp'd through some dimensional wall, br gone, in a blink of God's eye. br Those lucky beings, now fossilized remains br of some bygone age, elegant in their passing br fossil record the only trace br they were ever here at all. br br Given our predilection towards folly, br it is utmost arrogance to assume br we'll endure on the path we've taken. br Someday other, hardier, species br will gaze at our remains & wonder: br exactly what was our place br on this imperfect sphere; br how our biology affected the ecology; br why was this one species banish'd; br how long did man hang on br th'evolutionary brink before br surrendering to th'inevitable? br br Insect anthropologists might well conclude br that it was nothing other than the main: br that mankind orchestrated his species’ fall; br an act of ecological suicide due to arrogance. br Hives will bustle with activity (biologically determined) br or perhaps hive mind will have an intellectual epiphany... br Communicating in clicks & subsonic sounds br they will query their collective mind br to decipher messages contain'd br in shards of bone & ruin'd monuments br of our too proud species. br To their compound eyes br our wreck'd cities might seem gigantic hives br for our social structures would be alien to them, br perhaps beyond their ken, br & in those millions of years in between br our rotted flesh become a new fossil fuel br our bones compress'd (by geologic forces) br to glittering, gleaming jewels.