Poem #11

Do you think neanderthals scoffed at
Homo Erectus when they stopped using string?

The pair of them
Share that affair
Of a laugh
About an “ancient” artifact—
The shards of which 
Rests, fractured
In both of their brains

This feels important 
To them

The grasping of one 
Another’s hippocampus 

The lovemaking
That occurs 
Between two shared 
Histories
No matter how 
far apart they have
been lived

The two hold hands
Through the 
Grasp of the tangible

They Find each others eyes
In the shared neglect
Of adoption

A nostalgia 
They dust off
Coats their tongues
And produces the noise
That escapes them.

This
is human tradition

The intergenerational 
Shunning
That motivates 
Each of us
To progress
Despite scoffing