Finding Ourselves Neither Destroyed Nor Improved

The games change. The game changes.
Today you have to do similar things
And yet everything is different.
So you say. The small talk of the plague.

Locally, it’s just windy, although
All the school buildings are closed.
Beetle people, turtle people, crawl
The highways in their household shells.

Garbage gets picked up. People get
Take out. The bird populations of America
Continue to dwindle in every count.
Surviving birds get on with it. Sing.

They don’t live by the rules. They live
With the world delivered them by one
Species that lives and dies by making
Games with rules that change. That game.