Week 2: The Hominids We All Want To Be

you want one
in every home
in every car
in every mobile phone
is the nuclear zone
alone in this
blue, expanding mass
devouring
the man
the hominid man
out front
cutting the lawn now
fast forward
cutting his credit cards
selling his
B
M
W

this is the life
this has always been our lives
it will always be
a stream
a silence
with no light
& no numbers to dial

there will be a lust
there will be a fire

cooled by the icy eyes
of the man lying
still
in the river of Isis
down to its pebbles

one with the fishes
with his
body becoming
tiny patches of color
seperating out
forming pixelated pictures
becoming incorporated
becoming fluent in the
technical language
of genomic technology
becoming streamlined
becoming the heir to the throne
the next
big
time
C
E
O

is nothing more than
men hunting in packs
soldiers burning down plantation mansions
no longer a fashion to hold
and keep
the deep
long nights
filled with drums
the chirps of crickets
the thickets
all blown over
and
severed