Lucy.

Lucy blinked an ancient eye
And saw the future spread out
Ahead of her
She, the sire, the siress, siren?
The centuries of progeny
The branches of her family tree
While she, the roots
Festered in the mud

Honoured mother
Lucy and her children
And their fingers and their toes
And their brains all for the thinking
All the better to be alive, my dears
Stood there in the mud
But blinking
But blench and we all cease
But trip and be mother
Only to the billions deceased
But don't dwell on these things, mother
For there may well be another

But were there not
Just be careful, love