Vacation

This virus’ got me talking to my stove
Universal nanoinfections have
Trashed all galactic travel
When again will I windsurf Contus
Methane hurricanes where seconds last lifetimes
Or sing with the trees of LeGuinea
Symbiont insects serenading your sleep

For now I can trek to twee, wee Earth
The archeologists there rebuild its air
Exhume the great beasts
Oh, to hunt Rex!

They plan new revivals
I voted for the mammoths
Creatures of ice and zeal
Not their biped killers

Why bring back the planet’s murderers?
They might just try again