Accelerant
it was the birth of art.
ways to excel
magicked from sticks and stones.
god-animals
appeared on cave walls,
hunted and stabbed,
an accelerant of death.
it was a new kind of thrill,
orgies of humans
in diasporas that owned the stage.
it was the same old dramaturgy of ants,
and yet expropriated and rewritten:
new and better battles and hierarchies,
superior hives.
it was the beginning
of the final, greatest decision of all,
evil and good
in a one-way race.
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