We Have the Technology

By the sparklet of certain ciliates cesium

    practices its cricket song.

Am I supposed to be impressed? My smoothie

    comes with gps.

Take a left at that crustacean. You—yes, you,

    with the crisis Isis eyes.

By Odin’s beard, this is snowier than usual. We can

    always burn the first folio.

Go bug a dandelion. You’ll have

    the elephant of surprise.