in the oceans cars
break & glint in the waves
volvos, Big Ford Trucks
& the gran torinos
with long carnivorous snouts for hoods.
As they dive & emerge
bathed in the liquid flesh of the dinosaurs
they have so readily consumed,
muscle greens & reds glistening
with turtle wax & windshield washing fluid.
Cool in their air conditioning
they’re speaking to each other in
a frequency of satellite radio.
Their owners, nested behind wheels
tell themselves that they ain’t descended from no monkeys.
driven out & onto sand
learn to crawl the land
and writhe as they inhale the sun
and clutch at nothing
with organ grinder gills of sail.
their ballast cast
they watch above
as sky churns white,
& the asteroid comes.