ANTHROPOI

(verse)

ANTHROPOI

Once awake, from out the gloom

of russet forest cave they see;

the morning sun, a ghost it looms

in fuchsia firelight through the trees

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The gatherers, the hunters they

together bound before conceit

unravelled, as in present day,

entwined they close, for life to meet

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Such beings we are, and not these fools

of vain idols and bigotry,

So doomed to Tantalean pools

by media dumb, with dark money