The Museum of Man

I have been to the museum of man,
following green arrows
through loss of hair
and rounded craniums,
stopping to feel
the slight sweep
back from my brows
and thickening hair
on my face and chest.
When I saw modern man,
tall, sleek and hairless,
I began to move against the arrows.




(Poems by Poet's Roundtable of Arkansas, 1982)