Sailed
flimsy vessels, crossing unknown seas
tho' more than half-way certain they must be
teeming with monsters, hungry for their bones.
Who long before a Caesar
raised his head
laid stone on stone and built a pyramid
Remember also the unsung
ones,
who fashioned implements with sharpened stones
and told their tale on parchment or in clay,
Who traced bright beauty on the walls of caves--
And the one who shivered in the gathering dark
and rubbed two sticks together, and found a spark.
 E. B. De Vito
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