Hominidae

Enchanted by the unknown,
Twisted with fellowship of lies,
Burnt by skilled acts of time,
By man's madness,
By man's egocentricity,
Into the realm of obscure reality;
Into the path of repugnance;
Man is swallowed
By his own incredulity.


Skies of awakefulness spread,
Like showers of delighted conscience,
Shared from baths of blood
Through ravening mouths;
Tears of pain,
Sweat of joy,
Man is mellowed
By his own boundaries.


The shadow of a silent gracious morning,
Gushes forth with a reproof of life,
To the world about to listen,
A world closer to true humanity.


© Alma Bella Solis