We jumped-up monkeys
Wallowing in pride,
We lived like others,
Like others died;
We strove and suffered,
Loved and failed to love,
Awash with yearning
For some grace above,
And never rested
From one hopeless quest
Which plagued us only
And passed by the rest:
Half-mad for stories
From our tender birth,
Of all the creatures
On this killing earth,
We were the ones
Who wondered what it meant -
Just hounds for meaning
Following a scent.
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