Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
Blue Cranes from millions of years ago
In the vicinity of the modern-day Cape
Fly overhead in an age when there was no idea
Of an Overberg
Or of a man or of a word for a bird
And no human song or language had ever been heard
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
The Blue Cranes cry
Shouting out their vocal fry
While millennia later,
below them,
A lone upright humanoid
Walks
Unaware of the earth-ness
Unaware of his self-ness
Unaware of their bird-ness
And unaware, even
Of his walking-ness
To this lone humanoid
There is food on the ground
Food that swims
Food that crawls or runs
Food that hangs on growing things
And food that flies
But there is no real distinction between
Or understanding of the five
Not in his primitive mind
There’s just a vague awareness
Of seasonality, variety and regionality
And certainly not words for them
Of any modern kind
On this ancient Tuesday morning as he searches for more
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
It’s going to be a long LONG time
Before the wife of a distant ancestor
Of our lone humanoid visitor
Insists on exclusive ownership
Of pieces of earth
Recorded in a register
And starts clamouring for instant everything,
Immediately, for always, and available everywhere
Considering, even to begin
The absurdity in this absurd world
Of clean and shiny hair
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
Korrr-Ha!
Fossilised human footprints are now mostly all that remain
No DNA, no trace, no tissue to explain
Korrr-Ha!
Overhead, the ancient cries
Of an ancient species still refrain
Blue Cranes were in existence
Millions of years before Karens
Could demand unconscionable yearly increases
Or complain