In Darkened Caves

by Jerry Ratch


There's the Farmer's Market 

In the pouring rain 

There's the streets all 

Filled with pain


We used to sit in darkened caves 

Singing to each other 

We sat in the darkened halls 

And chewed upon our brothers 


We once invented painting 

By smearing blood on walls 

We also hunted boars 

And ran around with dinosaurs 


We didn't know what we were doing 

But soon we made our way 

We felt our way around 

And made our brothers pray 


And if we found ourselves driving 

Way out to Nowhere twice 

That's just because it was so 

Hard to find the first time. And nice!