Sometimes I imagine these worn teeth,
chattering high up in the jungle vines
where you sought shelter, where down
below a saber tooth tiger paces.
When you turn your head just right
the moonlight reveals the panic
in your eyes. You don't even know
if you will survive tomorrow.
How could you know that with
the first wooden club you used to
open nuts and shells by the sea shore,
you had discovered the principle
of applied force, that would allow
you to do anything, even vanquish
your mortal enemies, like the tiger
that waits below?
How could you know the principle
of applied force would lead to tensioned
bows, spears, axes and knives, gunpowder,
cannons, atomic bombs, travel to the moon
that mysteriously waxes and wanes and
illuminates your nights?
How could you know the principle
of applied force would let you dominate,
propagate in large numbers, scatter across
Earth and plunder her? Did you think
that of all the wildlife around you,
you would be the anointed one?
How could you know that one day
I would be seated here, holding you
in my hands, blessed with thought,
intuition and emotion, trying to figure
just how it was that we got here?
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