70,000 years ago
weather events large animals
accidents bad luck
had us down to around 5000
crouched down in caves
under cliff faces
burrowed into warm sand
we emerged again somehow
some dispersed
caught by the wind
into new lands
and watched the seeds
how they fell
into earth then sprouted
into something strange
bloomed into something magnificent
we told the harvest stories
don't try to be like a god
don't fly too close
to the sun with wax wings
didn't matter
we enslaved people
caged animals
attacked forests
when nothing else was
left to take
it was next
our shining ideas
symphonies written
in hangover states
syncopated calabash rhythms
tapestries necklaces rings
the shape and heft
of a canoe a rowboat
songs sung going to battle
songs sung returning from battle
chinese watercolors
of mountain lands
brief eggshell poems
written about those paintings
your mistakes
your embarrassing photos
your dream journals
at least if they went up into
harvested to sell
back to you
they almost got it all
but i am thinking things now
imagining things now
longing for things now
i will not tell you
and they will never know
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