No longer do I walk to the shops I voyage on
the motions of the wind and fire...

For lame understanding I cant be bothered to expel
breath in motions of the foot....

I envelope my surroundings in a cage of movement,
Caveman inventions lunge me forward.

Attaining my desired destination, the hunter
gatherer in me finds its prey in the frozen section...

I am man and I bring the bounty back to the hoard,
pleasant smiles, as flesh is devoured on soft rye bread.