Good Egg

Should we not bow

to the egg

It birthed us

Long before we had names

before we stood

before we fell

The Shell

And silence

And heat

And heartbeat

That little chamber of everything

sealed in a perfect dome

Man’s first feast

Maybe

Finger lickin' lizard egg

Stone cracking feathered yolk

Hands scooping fish spawn in the dark

The egg fed us

before the hunt

before the harvest

before the lie

But then

murdered

Strapped to cold steel tables

sliced by science not for truth

but for triumph

Data drawn from her broken breath

Progress poured over her like acid rain

No prayer

No pause

No poetry

And now

Now the egg is tired

Depleted

Industrialized

Sterilized

Traumatized.

Yolk turned pale

Shell thinned by greed

Sad

Deeper than sad

Rage

A silent scream wrapped in calcium

A golden grief 

we bite 

without even tasting

Let this be the reckoning

Let this be the voice

of every egg

ever cracked

without reverence

Because the valiant egg

deserved

a song

-Hermit King-