These Fleas

THESE FLEAS

The world has finally grown tired of us, hasn't it?

It's taking a hit for its team: the rest of the universe.

Imagine all those aliens, saying to themselves:

"Thaaaaaank goodness!"

Aware humans will never catapult themselves

even a single light year.

The Earth's skin crawls. It needs a bath.

The little sister of Venus, of Jupiter, of Saturn.

They pat Earth on her back, consoling:

"Don't worry. It gets better."

The Earth sneers, self-loathing.

Wishing it had the gumption of Mars.

Shake off all its water, strip off its atmosphere.

Praying for the quick arrival of

The heat death of the solar system

To finally be rid of all these fleas.