primates with a pen

marvelous sun-fused apes
we were all primates with a pen
and twenty-five billion years later
our fists have turned limp

we were the paintings of our forefathers
and they in turn were the engraved murals of barbarians
manhandling with their thick clubs
and left to articulate their savage devices

descendents we are, of brutes unrefined
when within due time
they ensured a hereditary cause
of lineage and survival

so when observing family portraits
to catch a glaze in kin's eyes
of any remnants of their ancestors
that once lived an ardent cause

we'll wonder if they've wondered
have generations past
contemplated the very same things
from the very same earth eons ago?