option

she groans

life has eaten life
for so long now
what else do we know

she turns

more angry than tired
quite frustrated
with her fever

we feel

death chasing us down
individually yes
but as a species

we pray

knowing the Universe
is ultimately quite
trustworthy

we mourn

for still there is learning
we must find
letting go

we must learn

and perhaps with humble hearts
we may be graced
with an alternative

option

to the growing prospect
of leaving evolution
to the ants