From Earth quaking
their cave or hut
came this awakening
of social context,
the dreadful waiting
for never certain
exactly what
may happen next
to hominid bands
of wandering feet
and curious hands
whose inventions
turned fiery metals
to automotive error
on accidental streets
and cowardly Johnny's
slow comprehension of
ferris wheel terror
to hold on tight
in work and play
since nothing stops
the mad blue planet
falling ever forward
round and around
through yet another day
and night.

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