Our Inheritance

Monsters in our gene pool
we cannot foresee
common mistake
to assume that we're free
from the demons and spirits
our forefathers bore
when they dabbled in dainties
and annals of yore.
Atavist's nightmare,
primitive beasts
unchained and unfettered
indulge in our feasts.
As light follows darkness
and five follows four
yesterday's phantoms
come begging for more.
And we greet them and feed them
and charm them to sleep
while praying, Dear God,
send them back to the deep.
But we learn that the cost
is a cold, damp frost
that is wont to depart
from a crust-hardened heart.
And we hope that the next
generation will find
that we use our left hand
but we're in our right mind.
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An observation while attending college led me to this thought.