Tribology

Oh yeh, there’s the rub.
We’re too sure whose side we’re on.
We’re too in love with friction

And with Earth’s founding fiction
That it’s us against the rest.
It’s a good story.
It’s why we’re what’s left.

We kill each other, yes, but
Not the way other species
Devour themselves and others.

We cluster in orderly
Clumps of destruction.
We have this gift for
Cooperation.