“Time heals everything,” mum used to say.
But the price of our suffering’s so much to pay.
Sixty five million years.
All things go in cycles, biologists tell us.
Won’t be long, say the gods, and we wait til they bell us.
But best part of ten eons, and you can’t even smell us.
I roar, and yet nobody hears.
We ruled the whole world, one for all, all for one.
Now I sit on a rock and I soak up the sun,
Eating lichen and bugs in what passes for fun.
I hunger for when our time nears.
They say a volcano or comet explosion
Sparked our decline, the great lizards’ erosion
But you’ll soon be gone through internal corrosion
Your species will die out in tears
Your buildings and cities will not look so grand
When they’ve fallen to dust, when they’re no more than sand
And then we will be here, and we’ll take back our land
We will realise your darkest of fears.
So I bask in this sunshine and take it all in
And my mouth has grown wide from a permanent grin
’Cos it won’t be long now, iguanas will win,
After sixty five million years.