The ones who cry tears

Frozen in stone, yes

A litter of bones, yes

But never a painting

Or a word

Have the animals left us

And so, we say,

The animals do not carry with them

A history of understanding us

To pass down

As we pass on our words and myths.

In our stories they are

The ones who have hunted us

The ones who we've wiped away

In our stories

We speak of their bravery

And the love they have displayed

But how do they know us:

We creators and destroyers

Who rampage and rearrange the world

Who cut down all before us

Are they in awe of our power?

Or do they just know us as

The monsters who cry tears

They may just know us

As the ones who cry tears