#553 - those chosen to be my ancestors

 

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those chosen to be my ancestors

 

who were they?

out of the forest forever

lost to the fire of word – unintelligible

who crossed the desert

wept wildernesses

those down from the trees

who took the trees down

 

all backward abysm

lacked gadgets, made do

I bet they were smug

with religion at times

I cannot imagine their loss

 

and some were cannibals

and some were kind

criminal and stainless

 

all their opinions belief at the time

step on a crack, devils pop up

a whack-a-mole life!

 

so far down the well

no one can rescue

 

how often they had their pants half off

… steps on the way!

rare agitation of ideas

even guessing the world was round

never knew where they were

but why

 

and who did they think they were at the time?

no horseback, freezing hovel

frequently no supper

did bidding mostly to survive

 

not one of them can have wished for me

no one can wish so far

 

kind of a cocoon they come out of

we all do

 

and who am I

in all this time chosen?

who’ll be with me

choosing to be –

saint in the ever after so –

 

nobody’s ancestor ever