How To Dismantle A Race

For years he was out of touch
with his race.

He came this way,
they went that way.

He pursued the past
to come to terms with the future.

They pursued the sublime---
unaware it was just beautiful slime.

The sought comfort in shiny objects
to build their nests,

no sabian that it was knives
they laid their precious nalgas on.

He pointed the way,
but not even his own shadow followed.