Being Human Is Not Only Language

But being language, so far,
Seems only human.
The asymmetry

Riddles me. Beasts capable
Of thinking, innovating,
And tool-making without speech

Birthed syntax incapable
Of inspiration
Without breathing beasts,

But it’s the incapable
That stirs in the dark,
Prisoner enchained,

Come round at last, revolting
And reinventing the beast.