for Peter Russell
It turned out when our species failed at last
And proved the bane of life in Earth’s career,
Concluding in one all-consuming blast
That made our race completely disappear,
We were succeeded in supremacy
By mammals of a kinder, gentler kind
Whose vast intelligence evolved to be
Pacific and a wiser mode of mind.
The dolphins and the whales innately knew
What Jesus and the Buddha came to see
And tried to teach us all, though very few
Could follow them and miss catastrophe.
Our fall was fortunate, but not as Milton meant,
For clearly our demise was Heaven sent.