To the poem, in vogue...

So terrifyingly conversational are you
Yet so flat and one sided
Not like any conversation I'd enjoy
Speak your common tongue in the language of a tree
Then it might be living to me
Speak it in the dialect of a willow
Or the slang of snow
Call out a coyote canticle
Dapple a chorus dribbled in Daspletosaurus
Speak to me in nouns
Of the highest naturalnanimous numerator
For I care not
For the perversity
Of the lowest primatetitive denominator