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08/30/08
Eons Ago...Today
A brilliant Saturday afternoon, matchless, majestic, The faceted dazzle of preautumnal stirrings in the blood, The heart's vibrancy, its wild, primordial beatings,
Just as it used to be, in those distant eons When prehistoric peoples roamed the earth, With stones, clubs, spears, and arrows, hunting creatures,
For meat they'd rip, ravenously, from subdued carcasses, And roast over fires or eat raw, cold... Eons as close to this glorious now as that misty then.
I'm here, this civilized afternoon, on the fifty-yard line, In stands high above a football field, Where my brother's son and his teammates
Are systematically ravaging their opponents, Play after play, down after down, score after score, Dominating their hapless adversaries.
And next week, they'll suit up, again (Pants, cleats, pads, jerseys, helmets), Call their formations, employ their strategies,
To help them chase down, circle, attack their prey (Boars, bison, deer, birds, cave bears, snakes), Both teams hunters rising, on adrenaline's rush, To see who will emerge victorious. It's in our flesh, our bones, our blood, I tell myself. It's all about the necessity to test our drive to survive,
These many millenniums later, When we've come to be mere sedentary beasts — That primal urge to thrive amidst the fittest.
08/30/08
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