Once Bitten

We taught ourselves to eat of those things that did not grace the illustrations of commercially acceptable food groups. Then did we inhabit the places where mail carriers do not extend service. Even satellites images of these forsaken zones were rendered poorly. The ominous howl of wolves died slowly over time when it became clear that our eyeshine tripled their own. Many creatures that thought themselves to be lords of the expanse wisely chose a soft migration. I don't know how it all began. Historians shuffle the jigsaw puzzle of our origin story through their inquisitive fingers. Some pieces traced back to rampant government corruption. Others appeared to be the remnants of an offshoot religion. Some say it started when two of our clan no longer fled the blare of sirens. They are largely looked upon as the progenitors of some sort of fear inhibiting gene. Suffice it to say, the elder kind became incensed over any notion of state custody. It did not help matters that our scientific method took on an unsettling violence. Investigative bites taught us who had a nervous system worth respecting. Squeals and screeches made their way into the pot. Growls were taken as formidable but still within the range of conquest. The resistance of heavy but determined breathing is something in which a peer group has not been found. Any conversation that is not had over an emergency is offensive. To intrude upon the endless daydream that quell hunger, numb body pain, and distract from old world memories is not a thing that can be done lightly. They which refer to each other with the familial label of brother or sister tremble at the prospect of banter. I've seen the abuses of this vain practice be corrected with anything from being disrobed in blistering cold to outright banishment. Every mind is kept by a screen door. We can see your furniture and appliances save those things that are vaulted. Trust in our silent knowing. Mindless chatter is what crashed the order we are recovering from in humility. Transport is simple. We abhor the wheel. Let all things be the burden of donkeys and mild horses. No wheel is abled to be spooked or rerouted of it's own intelligence. The open pit does not announce itself, nor those the death adder coil in peace. Never again will we sublet our destiny to technology independent of blood circulation. Let the children play where they wish. We are able to kill from great distances should anything present a threat to the homestead. The twilight of our past vanguard gifted us with a hatred of all symbolic rule. We have reorganized to enshrine visibility. So let every drafter of law enrich himself by gold alone, because there is another unspeakable path to wealth that is not advisable. Collective governance mediated beyond two channels is punishable by boiling silver. In the ear an open mouth will he receive it. For this reason alone are the articles of our constitution seldom changed.