From then till now and back again

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

 

…….A chieftain of the first man, from the first clan, opened his arms and hands to reveal the beginning and end of man; it was a rock flung from a slingshot that put a grown man back in the cradle, he held his shirtless body in his arms, as blood poured from his head wound to his navel; this will be our end, said the chieftain with a godly tone, he was killed by one of our own, surely this isn’t our problem alone. Tribal members stood in confusion as their chief stirred a cooking pot with a human bone.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2023 21:15
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  • L. B. Mek

    it never ends, does it?
    we've need a revolution, to make amends
    for our last revolution, since
    archaic days of might, made right
    soon, we'll get it right
    instead of slingshot stones
    those Hiroshima devastations
    will really, get the job done...
    but even, then
    there will be a chieftain, tripping on stage
    or stirring hiss skull pot
    and telling, TALL tales
    of a past glory, distorted by dystopian
    fog
    .. all while, a poet
    sends smoke signals to posterity
    to record it all, dreaming
    of a more poetic experience
    of existence

    • evenwheniLie

      You’re dead on; we’ve deluded ourselves into believing pure intelligence and logic is driving our sciences, when in reality it is our fears and desires (prejudice) that move and direct human endeavors



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