A Conversation

Corkscrew Neanderthal
tries to burrow his way
back into our brains
thousands of years later,
an all out assault,
an affront none of us
have prepared for
in the dumbing down
of culture. Before we
know it, we are walking
again hunched over
and soon forget
how to communicate,
reverting to facial gestures;
happy, sad, sick, mad
language reduced
to nothing more
than a short sentence,
a grunt text,
that most of us no longer
even know how to hold
a conversation or let alone
eye contact. And as always,
women are still being
dragged off by the hair to mate.

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3 thoughts on “A Conversation

  1. Great-sounding work—but, [poor old Neanderthal! :)

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