Uncle History climbs to the roof of the world…

And shakes his bony fist
Still angry about evolution
Once upon a time
The metacarpal bones
Were like tuning forks
Fingers
Had the first words
Everyone read Braille
Back in the day
He’s pissed we’ve forgotten
Finger-tip vowels
Knuckle consonants
For as we’ve forgotten
We’ve lost more wonder
Than can be replaced
With mere tongues

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