Poem: “Are We There Yet?”

 

In her cave,

Ula the Neanderthal

tries to calm her baby.

 

“Gases. Again. Tried everything!”

She looks at her man.

 

Oug sits by the entrance,

gazing at the billion stars.

He appears to be thinking.

 

“One day,” he says,

“they will find a solution.

It may take many sunrises,

but they will solve this problem.”

 

“And the common cold too”, says Ula,

sneezing.

 

(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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