Evolution

Cupping the tinder of our humanity

in our shaking hands, we blow.

Yearning for a new spark to

take hold and roar to flame;

looking for a new hope to warm us.

We hold soft the ember

retrieved from the empire’s ashes.

We remember the fall of civilization.

How the people cried for salvation,

sifting through the remains of

wasted lives, once so shiny with

elegance, polished bright to hide

the truth, the fear and the longing.

We are learning to make fire,

as we paw through the cinders

of our own devastating mortality

waiting for the spark that will take us

forward, forgetting what we have lost,

warming us, as the night grows bitter.