A Poem I Wrote the Other Day (Not Really Finished)

Cars turned to cages
Jammed up at the funnel's neck
Knee-jerk bird flip
Jaws flap
Caw caw claw, you son-of-a-bitch,
I'll show you what for!

From the garden's womb
emerged two humans.
I've lost most of my bear-hair, but not my bear-appetite for blood.
Little gods, each with our own religions, religious or not,
decreeing this is this and that is that;
all others are false idols.

I think if we'd smile and talk to each other in the grocery store, the world would be a better place.
   
Sitting up here in this ivory tower, I really can't figure out a thing.