salvaging savages

inebriated with the power
of that bright flash
staring at me like magic
bright people telling stories
for the not so bright
chimps, just staring

and the magic screen
intoxicating the possessed
while the trees that lived and died
and even in death transformed
to a beacon of knowledge
now lie in dust

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