Increasing Compression of Niches

It’s likely only going
To get more crowded for now,
New kinds of competition

In human interstices,
In the alleys of machines,
Between buildings running code.

Some forms of life will cope. Some
Won’t, and none will live so long
To know both start and outcome.

In the canyons, the lions
Sometimes pounce on lone joggers
While raccoons rifle through yards,

But our money’s on the small
Cohabiting with monsters
Of culture once culture’s gone.