Counter-Evolution - Poem by Richard George
To homo ferus, speech mattered
less than pulling fangs of frost-
Rusalky. Instead, he grew a pelage.
On two legs, he presented a target
for authorities to flatten. On four
he huddled tight to wet concrete, his bed and rock.
His beard forgot cut-throat.
It tuned into enemy signals keen as a cat's whisker.
The scaly tail was gratuitous.
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