A hundred thousand years ago
gigantopithecus died out,
but if they’d hung around they’d know
there’s nothing here to shout about.
Extincted species have no redemption,
being nought but fossils of curious appeal.
Biased faith systems cry their exemption,
since the big guys’ bones lie beneath our heels.
Are secrets buried deep in our past,
crushed into the Paleolithic mire?
Were the gigants slaughtered to the last,
with mankind’s newly-discovered fire?
Or did the ape-men start a religion,
praying to a god who didn’t care,
who let them slip into extinction
for the simple fact he wasn’t there?
© 2015 Scott Kaelen
Featured in DeadVerse: Poetry Volume One