Maybe when we’ve killed them all—
the wild and working honeybees—
we can give good humans jobs
pollinating almond trees.
Maybe when the roads all drown
beneath the warming ocean tide,
humans finned like fish can guide
a yacht that sails from town to town.
Maybe when koalas flee
from fires fueled by fossil greed,
humans can hang safe pouches in trees
to protect all families.
Maybe when mankind is dust,
the solar and wind industries
can fill new jobs in energy
with evolved roaches after us.