~~In The Beginning

leaving marks
that’s all we’re doing
leaving marks

daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard

blood ink
drying
becoming permanent

or
crossed through
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
white paint
lost

ideas and musings
bold statements
of intent
waxing lyrical
outpourings
of joy
of hate
of love
of war

we are the carvers
of reality
the painters
of existence

we use sharp tools
and blunt instruments
to batter
cajole
empower
resist

we write
we must be used
or die
a lonely death

we laugh with you

we cry for you

and when the night comes
we peer into
the dark corners
with enlightenment

we take your hand
we wipe your brow

the sky
the earth
the sea
the snow

underneath an alien sun
where the air is cool
we ferment like mushrooms

calling to the gods
demanding recognition
sentiency

we are not of heaven
we are not of hell
we are of man

leaving marks

we
are
word