And one day
those apes with their ties
those apes in their cocktail dresses
who call themselves humans
and think themselves better
than animals and plants and stones and earth and even water
something vague and possibly even nonexistent
something they dream of and call
humanity
they forgot that they had just jumped
from the tree the other night
and covered the earth with their footprints at dawn
and moved on and on and on through midday
because the grass
on the other side of the river
on the other side of the mountains
on the other side of the desert
just seemed a little bit greener and wider
than where they stood
But wherever some of them settled
down all turned night
and they instantly forgot
about all that movement
and all the hardship
and pissed into all corners and margins
raised some flags and some borders
and in the process started to feel
proud of themselves
better than others
their brothers
and sisters
in the eternal
movement
of migration
