We Thought We Had Fire Figured Out

[just mercedes]

I like your poem, the tone of gentle mockery as it progresses through history and into an all-too-possible future. I'm not sure that I agree with the implication that through knowledge we will destroy ourselves, and everything else.

'millions of pities' - great


'Then it turned out by learning
of lights without burning
exciting new processes grew ~'



The metre here reminds me of poems of Banjo Patterson - Clancy of the Overflow, The bush christening - not quite the same though. It will bug me until I can find it, now.

Thanks for the read.