I want to be like the ravens, like the spider, like the moth.
Feel the pulse made manifest, by tremors of the heart.
Drifting helplessly in motion, spinning with the gyre.
As still the turtle moves through this dreamtime.

They are saying, Tanuki, Fox, and Coyote
Formulated a plan for the ‘coming end of days’
For they, could hear the Future now
Sung by the Panoramic Voice cantilating without making any sound
They simply disengaged, from the suicidal pact man was crafting
With his gods; a delusional self-sacrifice determined by masterminds
Intoxicated, and quite fed up with Mother Nature’s laws.

And so with the help of Leaver peoples
And those who know Amitabha,
They believed in an unimaginable power buried within their tiny hearts.
Possibly by taking faith in their insignificance they could reclaim the groves
Where they once lived.

And they are saying, the story was sung all throughout the wood
Till every hare, moose, and marsupial had rallied to the cause,
Then Badger stood up before them with Weasel and Raccoon and
Led the fateful charge known as the ‘final coup.’
A buzzing filled the sky, as warriors chanted their battle cries.
Trillions of cicada, crickets, bees and butterflies
A locust storm one thousand kilometers wide
Rained down upon a gridded land, homogenized.
They sabotaged the machines of men leaving him helpless without his tools.

And then there was much rejoicing, for the surviving folk
Who relished the fact that all who came and died before
Had fallen for them. And so goes the tale of the Artificial Ape,
The immortal human, homo sapiens.