Overrated Organism

The wilderness humbles the hairless beast.
Huddled here by the fire alone, the traits
Of my species, the masters of everything,
Prove to be useless. I have no claws, so I
Cannot dig or defend myself. My hands
Are soft, and my legs are slow. I am given
To turning the world to poetry. None of
The creatures around me cares. I know
How to set silverware, how to tie bows,
The circumference of circles, the name of
The man who shot Kennedy's killer, but
I have no food, don't know which things
Are edible. Should I survive through the
Night to consider what brings immortality,
I'll dismiss art. Only mating will bring it,
And no one is near. Hairless and helpless,
I'm master of nothing, a meal for mosquitoes;
That's all.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-05-22 at 14:07

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