3/13/08 Crocs

I don't know why human beings
are so profoundly obsessed with
the idea of immortality,
and although we haven't achieved it,
we've created it, haven't we?

Deliciously rubbery, plastic-y crocs.

I can't really guess at the half life
of a pair of crocs, and we'll all be dead
and gone by then, but I bet they
will make a fine archaeological find
some day.

Even those super-evolved, pinky-less,
tiny jaw-boned human-like beings
will wish they had a pair.