First, our ancestors
Used only hind limbs to walk.
Second, free hand, they threw rocks.
Later, they began to talk.
They bonded, for and against
Each other through song and dance,
Waving objects they’d fashioned,
Teaching each other the chants.
They asked each other questions,
And when no one had answers
They combined questions
With their bonding rituals.
I don’t know how or when, but
Sometime somehow around then,
They acquired the assumption
That the world could answer them.
It can’t. But all our questions
Continue as if it could.
We query the stars, the gods,
The ancestors, facts, the good.
Science is merely
The most consistent magic
For locating agreement
Within the tragic.