When I speak the words aloud
Are you listening to each pause?
The whispers between the sounds
Sibilant sighs, plosive pops and
Friction reflected in fricatives?
The more clipped and precise my
Consonants and vowels
The angrier I am.
Do not mistake my veneer
For truth, I will remain
Icily polite. Strangers may not
Understand the depth of rage
Concealed beneath these dulcet
Tones. But trust me
When you listen
To what I do not say
You will hear my thoughts
And then, if you are wise
Turn tail and flee
Before my temper
Gains its head
Fleet of foot, we rose up on new legs
And crawled from the ocean,
Found caves by the shore more secure,
But ambitious, precocious, we wanted more.
Overtaking the bones of dinosaurs
Forging weapons of our bodies
We set out to outsmart competition
Surpass them with strength and speed.
It was not easy. Some fell early
To malnutrition; attrition rate high,
But we were stubborn, focused;
Too intent on growth to die.
Hurdled germs on our own terms
Through the darker ages, lettered pages
To illuminate and illustrate
Our superior ways, our mind, our fate.
When prayer for days fell out of fashion,
Revolution wrought new passion
Choosing sides and burning towns:
Spoils to victors, death to clowns.
Bloodied our hands in War and Peace
With the drawing of borders and global police
Such inventive solutions to building new homes
That we thought we were Gods, not flesh and bones.
And now we have entered a digital age
We find new forms of life engaged
In fights for supremacy, violent rage
Evolved to the glare of a flickering page.
But we haven’t forgotten our primitive roots
For one, in anger, aims and shoots
To rid this world of other tribes
Ensuring only “ours” survives.