somewhere back when

there was only animals and nature then  
and there still is now only we have technology  
and concrete walls reinforcing our realities  
but back then on a beach somewhere in the east  
as the sun was rising and a heard of animals ran from some predator  
on some high ground a man peeled moss off a rock and ate it  
he swallowed fast because it taste like shit  
then used his tongue to skim his gums  
and swallowed again  
while starring at the ocean  
 
 
his stomach rolled over itself  
as waves rolled into the shore  
pushing around a dead fish  
a few birds fought over  
 
 
a breeze blew around him and through his long greasy hair  
as he combed it slowly with his fingers  
and they got caught in a tangled knot  
he tried to pull out but could not  
causing pain to pierce his scalp  
making him loose his footing for a second  
he fell off the rock and hit the ground  
and got cut on a small sharp stone  
just like many times before  
though this time it was different  
because as he saw his blood bleed and sealed the wound with mud  
he made from dirt mixed with his spit  
he pulled a thought from the air  
and used the stone that cut him to fashion an early weapon  
 
 
i do not know how successful he was at this  
but i do know that somewhere someone else was  
who also made fires and built shelters and worshipped gods  
and formed a simple language with others