The Past

How can we ever truly be better off
than any man back then?

Their truth will never be
complete in our minds or time.

It will never be reduced to an
explanation, and if you can reason

another man’s existence, then
before you I bow.

What you hold is not proof,
but an empty bag of bones.

Fragments, strewn junk,
fossils and facts.

What’s more, you know
yourself poorly, perceiving

the best skewed and the
worst perhaps not at all.

Go ahead, fashion your
findings into words, arguments,

lost cries in the night.

We are crows, intent on carrion
rather than flight.


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