Ancestry.comedy
by Gary Hardaway
I know enough of my ancestry
to know I just don't care.
Mostly England, some Scotland,
Ireland, and Wales.
A smidgen of the Netherlands
with doubtless a little France
and Germany- Europe smudges
across itself, shamelessly,
in search of wealth and safety.
Wherever my predecessors were,
all paths converge on Africa
and Eden, and the fall from animal grace
into the mess that is the human,
twenty-first century, and all fucked up.
*I understand, Gary. I do. Smidgens and smudges and here we are. But, you know, we may be cousins.
Pretty much.*
Yep. *
**
AFU.
all fucked up.
sounds like a movement.
*
Ain't it, tho. I share thy sentiment. *
pretty much sums it up
into the mess that is human...*
Thank you, Gary, John,
Matt, Jerry,
Chris, Charlotte,
Amanda, and Nonnie.
"the fall from animal grace
into the mess that is the human,
twenty-first century"
Yes! Excellent!
Well put, Gary. *
*, Gary. For me, the opening sentence is the money line.
Thank you, Bill,
Tina, and David.
*, nice.
Thanks, Brenda.
Strong poem, Gary. Especially like the closing stanza. *
Thank you, Sam.
I paid attention to this, and I expect it might return in a flash of memory later. *
Thank you, Ann.
I'm with Charlotte on this one.
Thank you, Darryl.