Humans, or: Sacks of meat

A ‘Daisy Chain’ poem

Walking sacks of meat,
Meat, tender and soft,
Soft like eggs, I would think;
Think about our many vulnerabilities,
Vulnerabilities no other creatures share;
Share your personal reflections and learning;
Learning over generations sets humans apart;
Apart from that, what traits are there?
There are our thumbs, opposable and long,
Long, embarrassing childhoods that leave us blushing;
Blushing, in fact, is itself uniquely human -
Human as fully upright walking...

‘Daisy Chain’ poem?

  • The last word in the line becomes the first word of the next line.
  • To end the poem, the last word is the same as the first word.

Murisopsis’ Poetry Scavenger Hunt

This โ€˜Daisy Chainโ€™ poem was written for Murisopsisโ€™ Poetry Scavenger Hunt.

Twiglets #295

soft as eggs

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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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18 thoughts on “Humans, or: Sacks of meat”

  1. Hehe! I’m sure the other top predators see us exactly as walking sacks of meat – tender and tasty! No wonder tigers become mankillers once they have one taste! Your daisy chain is an excellent poem on a touchy subject… Many don’t believe that there is anything that really elevates us beyond animals….

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