Hierarchy

Humans are so chimplike in our

Hierarchies

We posture and pose with a title

To tide us over

Or a taboo

To tuck in our crevices

Exchanging feathers, and sticks as though

They matter when its mostly

Tribal really, racial or familial

The in-chimp or the out-chimp

And so worried about the bananas if there

Are enough to go around

Could we be a better species?

Could we leap from the branches

Through our branching neurons

Into you-win and

I-win

And enough bananas for

All the monkeys so none must

Cry big tears and hunch their hairy

Sobbing shoulders

Or must we beat our chests

And be top or

Bottoming all the time

Lowering the common

Denominator of our

Reality