Generations

we are the known
and the unknowable;
the hunter
and the hunted;
the end of the beginning
and the beginning of the end;

we are not what we appear to be
and yet we are exactly that;
we split differences,
sneak up on arguments,
give more than we should
and take all that we can;
we are not unique
but distortions of it,
mutations of engineering
and genes spliced raw
like vegetables from the garden;
we are indescribably delicious
in many ways but sad
and pathetic in many others,
and the head on our shoulders
cannot really be inserted
anywhere else no matter
how hard we want it to be.

19Aug14