Crocodile Kids: a short poem about wildlife and dark energies

Crocodile kids hatch from eggs buried in mud

In piles of thousands never knowing a mother’s love

Their bodies are cold until the sun touches the water

Like the heart of a father who eats his sons and daughters

Saturn is the master of the ones who would wait

On the bank their open mouths are the jaws of fate

When humanity is gone, our enemies will live on

And the thin ice will melt into the ocean of hate