I-neanderthal

an unlikely survivor
undeserving of my barbaric reputation,
I cope with a new world
of strange creatures and ideas
that make no sense to me

descended from millenia
of forgotten civilization,
I keep the literary flame alive
amid new Gods and superstitions:
forests of sky-scrapers,
blackberries, I-pads, TV monsters,
and whole tribes of pretentious new arrivals
who dominate the land
in ways I don't understand

And it is true,
I am a passionate, impulsive creature:
oft unable to check my instinct
in the presence of a beautiful woman,
not given to the subtle prudence
or sociality of modern man

Yet, perhaps like the neanderthals,
(once thought a primitive dead-end)
I may have my own advantages:
the power of which may preserve my line
not only in genetic code
but in ideas, poetry, and art