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Darwin
Ed Skoog
First, maybe we
felt human, before the thumbs
slid down the walls of the hand
and prior
to all this hairlessness,
bed sheets hung on a wire.
Maybe we were good
and shrews,
eating six times our body weight
and admiring the sunset.
But
maybe we were moles,
pleased to have underground
such interesting company.
© 2002 Ed Skoog
Ed
Skoog has had work published recently in 3rd Bed, Mid-American Review, Slate, New Orleans Review, and Fine Madness.
A
finalist for the Yale Younger Poets award in 2000, he lives and writes from New
Orleans, Louisiana.
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