Man's most faithful companion

by [email protected]

March 20, 2016

The knife is the first of the tools

long ago a pointy stick

to keep away fools.

I know I must pick

one thing only

per your rules,

Make it then man's first trick

so I may conquer the crabs

in fierce furious duels.

Eventually one day I might stick

that knife, broken, in an old tree

and swim past the whirlpools.

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[email protected]Mar 20, 2016

Before even fire, man had made his greatest tool and companion.Ever since the beginning, man, armed with nothing but his wits and a sharp stick, has thrived.He crawled out of his caves, built himself walls, cities, conquered other species,and generally made himself the head of the show in a world that once threatened him with extinction.Throughout it all, that sharp stick stuck by him, evolving alongside him to become what they are today.