If non-primates set their marks upon this world,
Their views, their memes, their sins.
Would they a lady’s slipper see,
Or different worlds within?
Perhaps instead, a feline grace,
A fleeting hippo muse,
A mantid’s dream,
A raptor’s edge-sharp hues.
But in their darkest dreams and fears,
In their most dismal hours,
I fear they see a primate face
And feel a primate’s power…
2 thoughts on “To Weep, Perchance to Dream”
Fascinating! I lack such imaginative language, such primal energy! Very fun to read aloud, as well.
Thanks! Had fun, and a bit of sorrow, letting this thought germinate in the back of my mind while hiking…