Worthless

Probably related to weird,
Akin to bend and wind,
What is the long prehistory
Of a common word worth?

The crickets are pulsing more slowly.
Halloween has long gone behind.
The feasts of the dark of the hemisphere
Are looming with their fires.

Before anyone lived in a town.
Before anyone plowed a line.
Someone heaped up a giant
Cross in a square of mimetic desire.

We are the copying ape.
Copying made copies of us,
Of our dog-wolves and our cattle.
But the copies are alive now

Themselves, coursing
Through and under us
Like ghosts rushing under
A bridge, and we're worthless.