Technology Dawning
by C.B. Anderson
A weapon is a tool,
a legacy as old
as beer is cold,
as much a normal thing
as beer served warm in England.
The lessons learned at school
in Olduvai
or Serengeti
can make a grown man cry,
but furnish nothing useful
for one who keeps forgetting
what is crucial.
The truth is always
cropped and partial
on brutal tropic days
when experts in their fields
dig in their heels
and resolutely say
a tool is not a weapon,
and what might happen next
to some old bloody fool
caught napping nonchalantly
in the tawny grass
is anybody’s guess.
