There are those who have sallied the rope that spans the crevasse between man and the super man.
Super man walks this side of the swampy abyss making it his with every sweep of arm and voice
He strives
Occupied with life’s banquet jockeying for

Position and inventing for convenience –
Determining his closeness to God

So it would come as a surprise when a female, with her patterned wings, rises from the swamp and with nothing more than her sense organs drives man back to the craggy edges of his success
It is she who enacts the inevitable extinction through natural selection.
She worries not
Moving from host to host
Ensuring that
At this banquet
There will be those who will sit
And starve