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For this session we read an excerpt from Species by Tishani Doshi, posted below.
Our prompt was: “Write about a world difficult to imagine.”
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Species by Tishani Doshi When it is time, we will herd into the bunker of the earth to join the lost animals – pig-footed bandicoot, giant sea snail, woolly mammoth. No sound of chainsaws, only the soft swish swish of dead forests, pressing our heads to the lake’s floor, a blanket of leaves to make fossils of our femurs and last suppers. In a million years they will find and restore us to jungles of kapok. Their children will rally to stare at ancestors. Neanderthals in caves with paintings of the gnu period. Papa Homo erectus forever squatting over the thrill of fire. Their bastard offspring with prairie-size mandibles, stuttering over the beginnings of speech. And finally, us – diminutive species of Homo, not so wise, with our weak necks and robo lovers, our cobalt-speckled lungs. Will it be for them as it was for us, impossible to imagine oceans where there are now mountains? Will they recognise their own story in the feather-tailed dinosaur, stepping out of a wave of extinction to tread over blooms of algae, never once thinking about asteroids or microbial stew? If we could communicate, would we admit that intergalactic colonisation was never a sound plan? We should have learned from the grass, humble in its abundance, offering food and shelter wherever it spread. Instead, we stamped our feet like gods, marvelling at the life we made, imagining all of it to be ours. Credit: Granta Magazine, Poetry, Granta 151, April 30th 2020