Carrion Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks
Carrion
Before, they were carrion
living off the leavings
fanged bones, smelly offing
then one day, the very first
a bunch, so hungry they
lost all fear, attacked, killed-
more important- defended
and laughed the first time.
It hurt, oh, it hurt, laughing.
Friday, November 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: historical
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
100,000 years ago, people had no speech, barely understood fire, and lived feast or famine lives- then they learned to laugh.
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