the Concord River though not the Nile carries many crocodiles, the revered Concord River crocodile, Crocodylus concordia, so dark brown as to be called black & ridged with shiny turtles — red sliders — so unlike the rubbled matte snapper inching down a driveway across the road from its home swamp Faberge riverside glutted with sun- sparkled greens, river water laced with water lily, fanwort, bumps that might be turtles, but no, the bumps are crowns of baby crocs, lurking floaters ‘til grown past boat length, slick with weed feeders on water strider & damselfly dangling fingers, toad & frog fry homes along the banks anticipate their end — rising water, civil war evolving virus as well as predatory Crocodylus — the newly warmed world celebrates a spreading mesh of feral DNA — the running amok of life cleansed of Homo strain, guaranteed planet earth life après les régimes