A BRIEF HISTORY (poem)

A BRIEF HISTORY

An  empty room did not exist.
The plain was wide and far.

Its attic was filled with stars.
The forest was full of clothes.

We had to eat and so did they.
Teeth were cruel and so were we.

We made our own teeth that tore.
Sharpened stone flew like thought.

We ate until the bone was hollow.
Then we made a flute.

We called the wind and the dead.
The dead slept curled in the wind.

An empty room did not exist.
Then we built a box.

And caught the empty wind
and sailed to all the shores.

Some were slaves, hanged or whipped.
Some wore gold and owned the world.

Now an empty room is all around.
But the dead are nowhere found.