(THE BARE NECESSITIES)
And what are we these beings of bone and flesh?
We covered in this melanic skin.
Our being defined as a soul, where does it emanate from?
Perhaps a spark in the synapses, light flashing microscopic in the darkness.
In the beginning and so on, 75 percent water that he looked upon.
Recognition and Hue-man was born.
A supercomputer was Hue-man as Hue-man strove to become.
Become what?
A simple minded parody, pimped by holy scrolls and systems preaching benevolence.
Babies dying of hunger in these streets, Hue- men freezing to death cause of greed.
These things we see viscerally.
If only, if only.
The pineal gland just an appendage along for the ride.
Wasted potential as mass confusion becomes the torn and tattered flag flapping in the savage wind.
Coulda been Gods walking in the clouds on the way to other galaxies.
A moment of silence.
This flesh... These bones.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
