Neanderthals Succeeded
We’ve scoured these plains
Day after day
Till we’ve worn all the beasts away
To hides, bones and their spilled blood’s stains;
Now we are gnawed - by hunger pains.
Will New-Ones help or kill us? May
We join with them? Or will they play
The role of hunting us? Mild rains
Fall, and the former snow now leaves.
Tall, slim, from lands of brighter suns,
They talk of unknown things, like ‘sheaves’
And ‘planting’, with their foreign breath.
I fear our rugged race now runs
A losing pace, pursued by death.
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