Doom Jawing

It’s been a billion years now
You’ve been waiting for the end,
End of what, you couldn’t say.

Homo apocalyptus
Turned out to be durable
As quite a few predators,

Crocodilians, say, or gar,
Just hanging around, chomping
New lives as available,

Appearing proudly ancient
In manner of armature,
Sticking to old strategies.

The world will be ending soon—
Chomp!—for you, not for your teeth.