In the heat of the moment,
man made fire

Johnny Hart paves the way
to the periodicals
and we save our place like
paper weights.

Extra! Extra! Read all
about it!
Don't forget your matches!

'Dormant caves craved dynamic
change'

And with a suspension in vain
that went against the grain, came a
black space to the arms race.

Extra! Extra! Pick up the
paper!
Hot off the press with translators!

To be deep in the dark was an
ancient riddle. Scribbles talltales
and shadows that sail the stars
till the night was ours.

And in the heat of the moment,
man made vision.

Scott J. Shepard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cavemen/