God’s little black fingerprints

…….land Ho! Act like you know, these darkies are wherever we go, standing around with spear and bow; subhuman and inhabiting ruins, an electric socket to which they can’t be Screw-in’s, a bunch of midget Patrick Ewing’s, could bring a bull down with a single rock from a slingshot, kept track of time with the sun, moon and stars before hearing a single tick tock, knew what gravity was before Issac Newton seen a apple drop, here before the conjuring of a Cain or an Abel, so no need for any cop, nomads so their movements never stopped, lived off the fat of the land like Lennie who was good and plenty, destined for progress before our numbers became many, said their home was the distant Dog Star, at a time before we had cars or telescopes, although unclothed and barefoot, still somehow holier than the Pope.