Homo Faber
We are thrown into the world unprepared to thrive,
Our organs and our limbs undeveloped, limp and dull,
And everything about us has been retarded: alive
But barely, unlike a creature whose full-formed skull
Slides easily into the universe and quickly joins
The dance of its species, we are miserable
And cannot articulate ourselves, have to invent
A language of concepts and symbols, all alone,
As though society were not yet there, declines
Our cries for help, and drops us like a stone.
Only after we have overcome our pains
And plastered these imaginary wounds,
Do we discover we are not alone
But all along have dwelt inside the tent
Of history and start to read the scrolls of law,
And then the future hearing us responds.
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