Does an orca speaking amongst its pod,

                   realize that we find it fearful 

                                                    and odd? 

Government, paint, braid, –saint, 

          mature past the primal, evolved 

                                                    so special. 

Aren’t we just cells competing for resources,

          a chemical amalgamation of plusses and minuses? 

Yet, we ignore our flesh, instead, we thank Prometheus. 

Does a raven poking around with it’s tool,

                    understand that we choose

                                                    to rule? 

Aren’t we just little animals crushed underneath,

          gravity’s hand? Powerless without our myelin sheath.

          Mortal.

Gods die and so do we, did Horus expect to be worshipped for

          all eternity? 

Miracle, destiny, fate foretold–

         conscious and aware

                    we grow ever bold. 

To think is a gift, to understand a burden,

a mind-bending rift, between know and not. 

        We question, expecting an answer

                    Only humans?--what could be grander

         No–

for the others were gone long ago. 

So special, so odd you realize

         is not to reason or rule,

                    simply, to imagine–conceptualize.