‘One mess,’ the jackdaw ponders. ‘Then two mice?
And the plural of die, you say, one writes as dice?
No wonder humans cavil and complain
about such nonessentials as who’ll reign
while staying blind to climates that they warm
so much that soon it’s roaches that will swarm
where once were many species, lots of birds.
There’s little hope for folk who mangle words,
for raucous folk insisting all is fine.’
‘I’ll thank you,’ I said, ‘to pause, and not consign
our lot to hell. Technology will keep
you and us safe. Your hatchlings will hatch, peep,
and fly while you waste breath in this gazebo
decrying our spelling of the plural for graffito.’