"Your eyes will be open knowing good from evil
And ye will be as the gods"
The man -dog in the blue suit and the brown living wig
Shakes the new form of a head in the front row
He is young while old in glasses
Figuring out his layered hands layered body and layered mind
He raises his paw-hand and blinks
Opening and closing on his questions and answers
He is sloughing his claws
Against a standard on which his dog body broke
And felt inadequacy
A shame for his teetering underbelly
When was the first time you discovered you were an animal?
Humanity and godhood being political assertions
He still wants to fill the holes in some intimate exhibitionist way
Having willed an evolution and stood to say
"There is retribution for familial departure from the apes
Like children strayed
From a jealous, black, tree thronged, canined and palmed, dynasty
Mamalian vanity!
Colostrum vanity!
A diseased imposition from the forest
An old kings decree, hatched from the mind and living in the blood
And transmuted by filling the evolutionary gaps
In various and sundry ways
Forcing new apes in shame to choke their evolution in rubber masks"
-Apes Blood
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