when humanity becomes the roach

one day,
you watch,
just as the polarity
of hands
crumbles us apart
like burnt toast,
the cockroaches will evolve
into 200 foot creatures
that will seek
their revenge,
worse than any Kafka
imagination.

they will grow
and they will grow
and
within this process
their brains will bloom
into
a more intelligent form,
as
we just grow
smaller.

and then
they will either harvest us
like cattle
or
they will push us
back
behind their walls,
their cupboards,
their refridgerators,

at first
laughing at
the oddity.
then,
a few generations later,
scared enough
to call an exterminator,

they will not even admire our scheme
to survive
on nothing but
the generosity
of
the sloppiness
of
the dominant species.