“REPTILIAN”

I shut my eyes and I see
all the ghosts of history;
all our obsolete atrocities.
Everything from the dull
guillotine down
to the unsent valentine.

People forget who we are
and where we came from.
People forget, wide eyed,
so I shut my eyes to see
man made
in the image of
god; meritless.

I shut my eyes and I see
all the ghosts of history.

A sunflower germinates
from a seed
and so it gives seeds
in plenty.

Humans evolved
from
the inhumane
and so it gives
whence it came.

It's that simple.
Shut your eyes and see
all the ghosts of history.

narrative poem written on 03-21-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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