Again

 

We got checked out:
we are oil without a use,
we are worm excrement
and trapped rancid gas
in earth's muddy pouches.



It's all cleaned up:
rubble rubbed to dust
tanks scuffed past rust
and nothing shows for us;
neither fossil nor footprint.



In the new world's bosom
is a new breed of ape:
walks with a straight back,
consuming what it can.