O flawed species,
who has fashioned spears from saplings,
notched points of flint, sliced
the muscular, coral flesh of salmon,
pounded tapa from the inner bark of the mulberry tree.
Large brains balanced on slender
stalks of spine, we have gazed
through ground glass, listening for the music
still humming from the violent
birth of the universe.
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