They

they took us by the mouth
and threw us down

and so ended the reign of our gods
and the time of humans
diminished
in us

we survived
by groveling

digging in dirt
and finally seeing
salvation
in what had been at our feet
and now was known
by our fingertips

our deaths multiplied
and drew us further
towards the truth of our destinies

we came back again and again
each time wishing not to be human

the dreaded species
unfit for thought

unloved

defeated
by
our own mouths

we few
ashamed to find our selves
thus
reborn
gathered old knowledge
in our hands
scribbled the names of those lost
with our fingers

found food
at our feet
and in the green
that ruled everywhere

finally

we were humbled

gave thanks

and refused to fight
one another

having learned love
from the ground
and from the green life
which surrounded us
and nourished us

forever

(reflections on war
and the effects of greed and violence
on sentient life)

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b. October 29, 1945 B.A. Hamilton College 1967 married to Dagney C. Ernest board game designer, programmer, database designer and application developer, photographer, artist, poet, and free-style dancer
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