Legend Of The Homonids Poem by jackilton peachum
Legend Of The Homonids
(In the aftertime)
Notch-ears by the watering-hole one afternoon:
Homonids-they called themselves the hoo-mans-
this folk in a time before Mother Earth remade ‘erself
Oh, a clever specie, and long lived -adroit upright bipeds,
I call them nature's mistake, a cruel careless specie—
It is said, for a time, they hunted us—
For fun-and they named it sport.
We called it murder!
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