Half-life We love, not so easily, one at a time mostly, mostly hurt as much as heal. Our hearts are human-sized. We count friends on our fingers, lovers on our thumbs. So little glues the world together. But our hates are gargantuan, girdle the globe. Our powers of destruction the ancient gods might envy. Thousands of Sodoms, thousands of Gomorrahs, nesting under the peaceful wheat of Kansas and Irkutsk. Behemoths have ruled before, thunder lizard, tyrant lizard, fifty tons of brawn to an ounce of brain. We can hardly dig but find their bones etched in stone like Hiroshima shadows. Just a handful of survivors, who feathered and took wing as birds. © Dale R. Hobson. All rights reserved.