genetically encoded

self survival dna song

hunter

gatherer

we're our Uncle Neanderthal

and Aunt Cro Magnon

just what was needed to survive

and no more

enough for winter

but, now, what? the entire store?

is our lack of predator

our clamor for personal self pity rights

our soft comfortable way of living

what’s robbed us of our raw prehistoric life?

we hunt far too little

and gather and store well beyond need

when we hunt it is for brother blood

and not ourselves to feed

women for men's hearts to wear like

shrunken heads dangling from string bikinis at the hip

men for more chunks of the earth

as they smile and lie through capped teeth and pursed lips

we should be hungry

feel cold

sleep on the ground

we need to feel thirst

humility

and our sanity will rebound

i wish you to chase a rabbit for dinner

through the forest

switches cutting like your grandmother's spankings when bark peeled bare

i wish you to run, heart pounding

your food, on the run too, that you want to prepare

until your heart is exploding  in your throat

not one more circle as your dinner will dodge and hide

i wish you to drop and sweat as sunlight and sunset collide

then, at the hint of dusk, the rabbit nearby in brush to appear and quietly graze

you in your empty stomach to be filled with angst, frustration and rage

then a calm, as you grab at vegetation and in harmony

you both began to chew

i wish prehistoric values, your modern hypocrisy, to restore and reboot