Keith Allen Daniels,
has been publishing poetry since 1972. His poems have appeared in Asimov's Science Fiction,
Weird Tales, Poets of the Fantastic, Narcopolis, Once Upon a Midnight and
numerous other magazines and anthologies.
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by Keith Allen Daniels
"For millions of years, mankind lived just like the animals.
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our
imagination - we learned to talk."
-- Stephen Hawking
Listen up, you squids -- you ink jets --
hiding in your clouds of words,
to veil the nature of your souls,
dissembling so ingeniously
but trapped within your murky shoals -
it's time to give your mouths a rest
and savor silence as of old.
Before your species learned to rap
or grasp the meaning of a word,
when truth had not been banished yet,
and "lie" was just a sound unheard
for fifteen thousand million years,
the ink of language marked your blood
with curse and glory of a kind
no animal of earth had known --
a heady mix of lees and wine,
the stuff of poetry and lies.
That vintage, grown as old as bones
of mastodons and glyptodonts,
as cloying as an oenomel,
is all that spares you for the nonce:
I pray that Yahweh takes you all,
we've had our fill of you in Hell.