History Is A Palimpsest

of false divisions and distinctions
that different human beings
have written, randomly, over each other.

As one layer of writing succeeds another
it is no wonder
that we can't understand each other
or where we have come from. 

The Scent Of History

Gods Piss on each others shrines,
the places where they are worshipped.
And with each fresh scent they create new followers.
The latest to piss resets the date
and moves human history forward a notch,
erasing the old labels and updating the technology,
but leaving the practice of everyday life
as near the past as they bring themselves to leave it. 

No worshipper knows who will be the last,
or the character of who it is they worship,
but they all yearn for when there will no more re-scenting.