They drew us out of a dark age of mind

with their voices,

called our spirits out into contemplation

of another, bigger world, one that we might walk in

 

someday. After a lot of hard work.

 

That’s the part that got lost

in the backwash of testosterone splashing into

little girls noses, seeping into their loins,

by way of their hearts,

their minds. I don’t know about how guys reacted.

 

Feel free to fill in that blank

anonymous poet guy!

 

The rest is history. They came, they saw,

they took us for a ride into the sunrise. We are long past midday.

We face the future

with uncertainty, yet pride. We are the first race of our kind

on Earth, maybe

in the whole damn galaxy. Right now we don’t

know the fuck as much about anything as we think we do, but

 

someday

we might, and go to the stars as well

 

as we chant a few of their haunting

joyous thoughts

to fire us on our way.

 

 

c. 2008 TDunyati-Long (TDHawkes)
 
 

 

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