A WORK OF ART
As archaeologist for the anthropoidian era of Earth, I delight in finding relics of the humanoid era. Every glimpse into the life of man fills me with awe. In truth, I believe man as far more capable than we Apes. Yet, we are learning, slowly filling the gaps in our knowledge. Take, for instance, this work of art. It resembles any of a multitude of human jaw bones scattered throughout Earth during man's final war. My practiced eye, however, sees more.
Note the holes in each tooth-like protrusion. Though they resemble cavities such as you might see in our children's teeth; they are, in fact, carefully patterned. Listen, now, as I blow into each hole.
Beautiful, isn't it? Soft, whistling music.
Note, also, its shape. JawlIke, yes. But larger than any jaw can possibly be. Why? So as to fit around the mouth, not in it.
Gentleapes, we have before us a treasured find. This musical instrument is designed for ease in blowing, carved to fit the mouth. It creates a soft, whistling melody. Can it be other than that fabled treasure so often referenced in man's many writings? Can it be other than "Whistlers Mouther"?
He contemplates the human mandible Left in its silent form, token of A rare creature, barely understandable Once co-inhabitor, now unspoken of.
He thoughtfully strokes his furry chin, "Can you imagine, we once were kin? This bloody fool thought he ruled the earth He ravaged it, poisoned it, for what it's worth."
"He drained it, then saturated it with His fellows' blood, babies' bones were Advertised in seasons of famine But no copywriter found the answer."
"As large puffy mushrooms grew in Scientists' heads, and the schoolboys Chanted, 'one for you and one for me' Or variations on the theme, 'Yours is Bigger than mine, but mine is faster And more deadly.' His dentation Outlasts his glowing feverish eyes That read computers, papers, and the Latest market. Look at our flat head, Brother macaque. Yet with that huge Brain of his, he failed to grasp A very simple truth. That's why I hold here --