Hopeless hominids, from the blunt teeth
of coalition we have emerged,
from clinging grasp into
bare-knuckled frenzy,
the fault lines of contract.
Value has escalated, gotten out of hand.
We’ve been sucked in and are scrambling
the tree beneath the sweating axe
of the lumberjack.
By the firelight in the boreal darkness
the hissing of wet wood breathes blue flame.
Flank-to-flank lie youth and age,
the need to obtain and maintain.
Under the rasp of my elders I have plotted,
waiting breathlessly for the weakening links.
Law, harsh law, is usured to the brink.
Nature, great hermaphrodite, sexless compost slut
spilling the pink tendrils of afterbirth
from you lips,
rank and luxuriousb and depressed
There are no roots for accusation within your gossamer
web.
Hardly guilty, we step beyond only to be snapped back.
Reason for writing:
Mostly, I was studying the primate literature for an essay about moral psychology. Our evolutionary roots, for me, is an interesting topic, particularly because of their present day consequences...
Birth sign: Virgo
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