Extinction is the end of something that used to be alive
Now it is forever gone and cannot be revived
Mastodons, dodo birds and dinosaurs once were
Now they’re just a memory, a fossil or a blur
Will mankind be the next in line of things that used to be
Or will we all be saved in time by something we can’t see
Categories:
mastodons, future, nature,
Form: Rhyme
David Attenborough
and his “Portrait of Earth”
the best serial about evolutions secrets of nature
and truly wonder
of movie creating technology
at the last part of XX century,
when our empire, culture and ideology
failed and rotten off from all sides and levels,
where so long ruled communists mastodons ,
on the eve of total breakdown,
mister David Attenborough
casted from TV every friday evening
to our stuffy waste part of Globe,
the brilliant art and marvel
refreshing and reviving our air
with astonishing scenes from wildlife nature
from the Jurassic monsters
toward the latest Cambria
and crucial time
when ape transform for *****sapiens.
The full movie impressed our people
as one of the best advertisement of free world,
opening its deep potencies, achievement and great future,
that so strong contrasting
with epoch of latest soviet decadence
when our reptiles, diplodocus and others prehistoric animals
so long survived in our political arena,
even didn understood their alien transcendencies
quite unnatural and oddly looking
in our planet and its so long evolution.
Categories:
mastodons, dedication, planet,
Form: Verse
Attention to all the feeble masses
The massive ones have gone,
The one’s who once ruled the prairie’s of Kansas
Wooly cumbersome saints they were ,
Yea those ones, yea they are gone, they have left.
Now we are left, all, to be unchallenged, un thwarted
From our goals of glamorized mediocrity
We are now the Conquers , but some how smaller.
Attention to all the second rate hacks, fist pumping
Jack’s,
Attention to the High-heeled princesses vomiting next
To an Escalade at three in the morning,
Wake up from your reality,
it is your time!
The great ones have gone!
There are no more of the mastodons
Weep,for the great hairy Behemoths have left us,
Left us,
To keep all this beauty.
Categories:
mastodons, philosophy
Form: Free verse