Eating our way out of the jungle
we quit the river we followed.
Finally there was nothing left
of the world that bore us—
nothing left of us
but our hunger.
The dead refuse burial.
Strangers now—
turn your attention
to the sky we breathe
and the fiction of escape—
fiction enough
for another thousand years.
asha
published in 300K: Une Anthologie de Poésie sur L'espèce Humaine /
A Poetry Anthology about the Human Race
History Lesson
