Monday Poetry Train
Monday Poetry Train: Hop On!
This poem was originally written in 2001. I have done some editing since then.
Darwin's Evolution
Blank, cold flat-- our eyes mirror what's been ripped from us— bought and sold—souls.
You laugh: We never had souls, we are animals— warm meat walking.
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