What We Called Ourselves.

We were created, or we evolved. Somehow 

We got here, we called the Earth our home. The sun

Rose, having no other option-

We saw it rise and we called it so; 

When it fell below us at night we called it sunset. 

It was above us, like the stars, the 

Trees, the flying animals we soon named birds. 

Below us was the ground, the grass, the 

Water. When we had babies, they were below us too. 

Physically, but also mentally, even though 

We weren't that smart ourselves.

There were other moving things around us. They walked on four legs 

When we walked on two.

We realized that things existed, but when we closed 

Our eyes they were gone. We reopened 

Them, and everything existed once again. We called this blinking. 

Once, we stopped exploring the world around 

Us and we explored ourselves. 

A tiny animal was trapped 

Inside us and it pounded in our chests. We called this our 

Heart. She may not have wanted to be there, but 

Without her we stopped sucking in air and pushing it out and 

Our faces turned blue. We called this dying. 

Sometimes they were very young. Sometimes they couldn't even 

Move anymore. They couldn't move, and this scared us. Instead of hiding 

From them, we hid them from ourselves. We 

Put leaves over them. Soon 

We covered them with dirt. We decided that wherever their souls had gone 

Was good, and we didn't need to give them a chance to come back.

God, or the Gods, or nature, riddled the land with their power. 

The sky cried. We called this 

Rain. The water rose. We called this 

The tide. We saw the trees move and we called it wind. 

When they swayed, we waved back. The conversation didn't go 

Much farther.

Once, we pulled the ground up towards us really 

Fast. We called this falling, and the red liquid 

That came out of us was named blood. It was scary and holy and 

We didn't understand it. Some of us were hungry for it.

We created. We destroyed. We made babies and fell in love and 

Fought. We killed and bled and had a cause. We made a pact to 

Kill each other for unknown reasons. We called this 

War.

We made names for each other. We didn't know who 

We were, but we knew we had to be something. We were our 

Names, and without them we would be            .

But names are just sounds.

It is not every day that the universe arranges itself into a 

Poem consisting of just a couple letters.