Hunters, gatherers and modern man

a poem by

Mike Foldes

I

They fed themselves

And fed upon themselves.

They tried wet roots

And dried mushrooms

Bamboo shoots

And intoxicants

Berries, beans, seeds

And choke cherries.

Animals that moved

And those whose bodies

Lay still at water’s edge,

Hunted, gathered.

II

They fed themselves

And fed upon themselves

Advancements notwithstanding,

Technocrats and alley cats

Much changed

Remaining animal at the core.

The upright man

On hands and knees

Goes begging

at the open door

The door at water’s edge

That moves no more.

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Mike Foldes is the founder and managing editor of Ragazine, an online literary magazine. He is also the author of "Sleeping Dogs, A true story of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping," and "Sandy: Chronicles of a Superstorm," with artist Christine Devereaux." 
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