(The repeatedly documented phenomenon by which a non-crab species evolves a crab-like form)

it is eight thousand millennia after man

has stopped counting time, and your

mother is a crab. your father is a crab.

your dog is a crab. your sister is a crab. you

huddle together in your dull red exoskeletons

to watch the heat death of the universe,

which sounds like a hot thing

but is actually a very, very cold thing.

your brain is small but functional, and

you don’t feel sadness anymore. your eyes

rotate 360 degrees on their little crab stalks.

look, there is so much of the world to see.