Anthropologist

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jun 16, 2018

The anthropologist 
came a great 
distance to
observe and
study the
recently discovered 
subjects.
Nothing was
know about them
Nothing at all.
The anthropologist 
was anxious to
get to
work to 
set up the
study. The
work would 
be intense and
arduous.
Nothing like
these subjects 
had ever been
seen before.
In fact finding
them was kismet 
being discovered 
by exploring a new
region. 
Once discovered 
the study 
was organize
and set in
motion.
The anthropologist 
stayed hidden
the observed
had no clue.
First observation.
Their habitat was
covered with
the subjects.
Every nook
and cranny.
The anthropologist 
soon learned
the subjects of
the study began
to alarm. 
The violence 
unlike
 anything the
anthropologist 
had ever
seen. 
Millions slaughtered 
in conflict.
 The observed
kill 
in the name 
of their
god. 
Kill 
for what some
believed 
or how some 
looked. 
Appalled 
the anthropologist 
could no longer 
watch such
depravity and
shut the study
down.
Leaving 
the planet, 
warning beacons
stationed
at the edges
of the 
Solar System
warning all
away.
The message,
locals too
violent, 
isolate and 
shun for 
all existence.
Prompting 
the subjects
to ask.
“Where is everyone?”
Little knowing
they were 
left for
dead. 

 

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