(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.