Their brains were small, no doubt,
And highly occupied with the mechanical contraption.
How to push and pull it round about –
Its gigantic bony levers, meaty pulleys.
When to stuff the monstrous hungry gut
And get it into sunlight for the heat.
Not much circuitry to spare, but
Somewhere inbetween the gross mechanical controls
There must have been some thoughts.
Lumpy clumsy pleasures, happinesses in the musty air
Before the force of hunger thwarts
The heavy aimless mind’s meanderings.
Gone, all gone, the meat, the bone, the mind.
There is nothing left to find.
For death is not evadable
And we are all biodegradable.