In the Beginning...

Do you see the great beasts, their agonizingly slow trudge across the Strait.

Almost grotesque in their largeness, horrifyingly bigger than any reference point we have --

not angry, not fierce, no fires in those huge liquid eyes.

Do you see the incredible beings;

Scaly feathers, talons (or hands?), 

They flutter, glide, stride, growl, snarl, chirp in some unheard language.

Watch the migration:

Small humans stand by in awe, bearing witness to this great act of nature,

bearing witness to the truth of the universe and evolutionary necessity.

Our brains struggle to comprehend;

These things were gone, killed, murdered by some unfortuane fate!

Our hands are clean; we are pure; white as the sugar in our pockets.

Our beasts are not these beasts; such unusual differences.

Our responsibilities are not repeated every three million years;

Why should we try when the fire burns us all?

After all, we can't touch them, after all these years.