Thylacine: The Power of Convergent Evolution

dog-headed
pouched one we
pack the trail seeking
fossils and mosses of this
millenium

what of tasmania
and its extinct stripes?
we have earned them and
why the devil's bounties at hobert lie
on the estuary of the derwent sunken ships
of jurassic and triassic those vile skeletons now
petroglyphs clawing at the conscience like a tyger
with positive identification being the supper -
the priest met his fate on a journey led by d'Entrecasteaux
intervention steered midshipman

how well fate
played convergent evolution
with powerful agenda in unrelated
lineages

re-evolution
bound to stumble
upon intelligence
the tasmanian tiger
word gets around and
those footprints drown
with no visible trace but
mind trace those ships have
already sailed we earned those
stripes non-retractable claws set
into the scrotal pouch

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist