Man, the ape that abandoned the tree
and took to the field.
There he created for himself a likeness to cast into the heavens.
With great reverie and care man placed a hand upon the reign of destiny...
He birthed a whelp of a god
and enthroned it upon the brow of nature,
which it rode like a steed into the future;
into the compositions of our imagination,
where the seeds of thought are planted
and the husks of crops passed, discarded
form those middens we might know as problems;
those famines, the plagues,
the wars that leave great cities razed,
the fields in which are reaped crops of sown corpses;
the pursuits that have no place in the utopia,
no space in the ideal that the ape
has placed along with his god, in the future
upon the brow of nature;
the throne of mankind's artificial maker.