high ones,

high ones,

what made you leave us?

so frail you have become

so weak

you seek and seek.

and we,

a single cell

to all your vast machinery,

outnumber all your race.

prolific

chaste

we live on

when time has crumbled

your festoon of culture to an ash.

crash.

and yet,

you think the purpose of your intellect

survival?

silly new arrival!

we the simple are not foolish.

we at least

have not been duped.

we are still

primordial soup!

 – Susan Volk