PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In darkened caverns that are damp and cold,

blind, mutant spiders weave a silken mesh

around Neanderthal bones, stripped of flesh;

and, in a crevice, a still grinning skull

(however many millions of years old)

from which a compliment (however small)

of brains, like melting lard or butter, spilled.

Symbols---scraped on to one, smoothed granite wall,

by clumsy hands in an inchoate scrawl---

tell us (in past, present, or future tense?)

that what they have to say makes no real sense.

This travesty did not, for long, drag on---

supplanted by more verbose Cro-Magnon,

whose destiny was much better fulfilled.

Starward