The animal body craves grass and tuberous roots
The animal body craves grass and tuberous roots
Wakes and sleeps, under cycles of the moon
Births live offspring; they and all their ilk:
We're all mammal, by proof which we give milk.
Bodies smooth, by means of wearing clothes
Sleep in beds, whenever our eyes close
And think we're more superior than those;
Flatter self, that god our species chose.
We still live by cunning and desire
In our fear, adrenalin keeps us wired
Proved our fitness, in more ancient days;
Hard to see now, with our modern ways.
The animal body craves grass and tuberous roots
Wakes and sleeps, under cycles of the moon:
Eyes more open, than they've ever been-
But less conscious, than we were back when.
poem by Patti Masterman
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