Dinkʼinesh
by Michael Doyle

In mankind's efforts to stand upright
Turning from darkness toward the light
We've contended a few bones along the way
Just enough really for the right to say

From tree dwelling to learning to walk
On two legs, we became positioned to talk
Chipped bones became a confused religiosity
As the faithful unfold their humanity

Still, we wonder at all the tales told
While the wisest wink at beliefs sold
Knowing the cross-stitched pieces of wood
Could have built an ark where it stood

All in making bones of mankind's dignity
Much of our story is simply legendary
Stories told are made to fit the history
Made up with leaps of fancy to fill in the mystery

Marvelous Lucy, she learned to walk
As footprints stepped into the story we talk
Each step telling how mankind came to be
While whispers reveal this fable's complexity

Impossible monsters lost in a sea of chaos
Pave the road home through humanity's loss
In the chains of changes that map the consequence
As some find God's place is one of obsolescence

Bishop books were said to be replaced by dinosaur bones
While God and angels were removed from thrones
And now as the twenty-first century has fallen apart
We learn once again we need God to have a whole heart

Haunted by our darkness, we are lost, yet not lost
As with every moment we painfully pay the hidden costs
Of turning our backs to truth by playing our own gods
The holy persons and repentant sinners both this odd

Glassy eyes stared into the abyss and shamefully found
Society's transformation couldn't have been more profound
Throwing away age-old truth based on half-missing fragments
Waiting on judgment day, we know these simple sentiments

(c) August 30, 2024   Michael Doyle
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