The Talking Monkeys

Long ago the I Am decided to make the monkeys talk
They possessed wonderful opposing thumbs, now they could  reason

But, once they began to practice talking and then reasoning
They realized that one day they would inevitable all die

So, they had to think of a place all would go after their death
It was decided that each monkey must return to their God

There were  many Gods from which the wise talking monkeys could choose
Of course, all were the same, I Am was called by different names

By this time, I Am had left them to flourish upon their world
For I Am was a child and had long grown bored with the monkeys

One day a boy monkey noticed that other monkeys watched him
The other talking monkeys wanted to be wiser then he

So, he and his girl companion fabricated some clothing
They told other monkeys what was theirs, and to leave it alone

Soon all the talking monkeys had their own prize possessions to keep
The more possessions they owed, the more powerful they became

The monkeys began to dress and speak differently ‘fore long
The girl monkeys shaved and painted their faces with bright colors

Monkeys united into opposing groups about the earth
To protect their families, land, and their precious possessions

A few monkeys thought they could gain power by killing rivals
They attacked their neighbors and took all their possessions and lands

Soon all the monkeys were in larger groups warring for more power
Sometimes they even did it in the name of their Gods, I Am

The monkeys grew wise and resourceful over the centuries
They were sure they ruled their world and all the creatures within it

Then I Am remembered the monkeys and became curious
He blew the stardust from their box and slowly opened the lid

With much surprise, he found the box was empty and very dark
Nothing was left inside but particles of dull cosmic dust

So, I am tossed the box into his great fire and watched it burn
And the talking monkeys returned to where they had all began
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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