who sings of these our deeds save beardless entities

unembodied photons at six with film to follow

at eleven

provided our ennui will freeze us

to our couches like proverbial tubers

or tumors

what’s the difference

numbers numbers numbers digits ciphers

who can sing of quality when quantity is what we are

the peaks of our accomplishments ground down

to plains of mediocrity by our weight

glorious lays of valor and derring-do cannot be heard

above the susurrus of billions

and were it possible

who would voice them to us

malthus maybe

we need a swift solution to us

lest that peerless prognosticating possum

be proven right