Anthropology a course poem in the tradition of Lew Welch Early on people shaped the bones of the Earth for what they needed. Nobody was hungry unless everybody was. Human being equaled being human. Bones and broken tools remain for centuries of study as people starve. Even Coyote mourns.
People believe in the walls of their houses.
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