HYPOTHESIS
One population becomes destructive
& the weight of necessity becomes evident.
Bottlenecks bursting at their seams—
this our lineage & history.
The poplars will bend under their perfect weight—
the weight of ten billion eons.
They look on with faces bright from attention—
resolute & randomly tittering in the blue mid-air.
& the weight of necessity becomes evident.
Bottlenecks bursting at their seams—
this our lineage & history.
The poplars will bend under their perfect weight—
the weight of ten billion eons.
They look on with faces bright from attention—
resolute & randomly tittering in the blue mid-air.






