The Desert Never Starves

The impervious Plexiglas bubble bounced to Earth
A tangle of jumbled kids within too dizzy to notice
Disarrayed, splayed about, a sewage of wreckage
The adults reduced to pulp and soup and barbeque

Upon the Earth, the middle of one of Her desolations
A few things found, in spite of countless limbs
The plane so, only by history and fire was victory
The adults, mostly parents according to vain memory

The Plexiglas bubble shown opalescent under hot gloam
The kids’ faces masked misshapen, distorted, cartoonish
Their howls, their pleas their mouths did silently mime
Of the dozen or so, two passed out, possibly dead or near

Giant enough to hold twelve wriggling bodies yet compact
Fitting within the standard cross continental mechanical craft
Genius, the inventor of bouncy Plexi resilient despite altitude
Impressed the adults would have been if alive

Unlocking the Plexi from inside, the oversight made
Inventors aren’t perfect and seldom are their inventions
Nature isn’t either, and because She’s not it’s as if She is
Limited air in the Plexi proffered via nail head holes

Sensing a ruckus, came along prairie dogs eventually
Taut brown bodies alert to disaster, paws flexing at air
The rot enticing initially, scavenging as though for wallets
Fickle as they were, the prairie dogs detected more

The Plexiglas bubble like a mad sorcerer’s vengeance
Blinded their blind eyes and confounded their nostrils
Unfamiliar with heated polymer, at first unidentifiable
Then whiff by whiff seeping through out the nail holes

The prairie dogs avenged the holes with keen teeth
The bubble suddenly necessitating dental worship
A matter of time, seconds or hours, the desert only knows
The bubble collapsed under massive precision

The still conscious kids looked finally about
The wreckage was blurry, the sun obscuring the blood
The haze of parental bodies no longer resembled as much
The prairie dogs looked tiny and cute and strangely alert

Abandoning the bubble's remains and their limp cohorts
The kids scooped prairie dogs into sweaty dusty pockets
One wriggling loose deftly replaced by two others more
In this way, pockets full of prairie dogs, off, beyond they set

The horizon was bland as they always are except in paintings
The surroundings were grim as they always are especially in dreams
The kids were determined without realizing they were
And the prairie dogs were glad: a free lift to a new place