Companion poem for chapter 9 of the R.M. Dolin novel, "Trophic Cascade"
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Predators move in predictable patterns
leading you to believe in
your struggle to survive,
everything happens for a purpose
causing you to even more
foolishly assume in the end
it somehow always all work out.
The balance we strive to maintain is
precarious at best
but better considered as perilous
and fraught with just enough sanity
to provide the necessary proof
we’re all insane,
at least on levels we pretend
don’t really matter.
In the end,
there is only the end,
something apex predators prove
on a continually consistent basis.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “Trophic Cascade.” The ANA debate their responsibility to eradicate local versus global predators and how best to achieve success in both.
