To take the pride from the one to make a tool, the other

Altered Carbon - Richard K. Morgan

Is it a wolf I hear,

howling his lonely communion

with the unpiloted stars,

or merely the self importance and servitude

in the bark of a dog?

 

How many millennia did it take,

twisting and torturing

the pride from the one

to make a tool,

the other?

 

And how do we measure the distance from spirit to spirit?

And who do we find to blame?

 

(from: Quell's Poems and other Prevarications)