Cave Men Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Cave Men



still at the cave of existence
we plod on with our breaths
our intelligence

we call the cavemen names
the peking man, the perak man
what would the world label us
say in the same number of years
between us and the peking man?

man in the cave of universe
hogging on to a physique they
could not even get to really own?
disceptions at every end of the hair
burning the fire of disappointments?

what would you call them? Us?
the Trapped men, may be?
trapped in the cave of their own existence
- this physique that can be refashioned
to carry nothing but us

i fancy living without the bothersome
constituent and time has the technology to
help us make the switch

fancy us greeting each other
turning round and round in space
as we transfer our nature into
the sun, moon, earth and everything
that springs from it

spiralling men

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Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia
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