Just a game,
played with a long rope.
Two separate
teams
Pulled in
opposite directions
until a line is crossed.
Stamped in
memory like wax seals,
badges of wins and losses.
Not beehive splitting
swarms,
nor super organisms,
nor colonies.
just schoolyard competitions,
teams dragged back and forth,
for success or defeat,
their strength lost in a tug of war.
And they carry
it forward,
the pattern copied and repeated,
pinned onto every endeavor.
Sacred,
shabby archetype,
preserved in stone and paper,
lies beneath conflict and bones of contention.
© cmheuer, 7/2020
