Boomerang
by DCDave

Like the earth exhausting its energy,
The disembodied wing,
The alien artifact
Achieves a graceful apogee,
Then spirals from the sky
And finds a place to die.

From hunger, Then from wonder,
The ancient kinsman hacked and shaped
The brute material,
And slowly,
Found that he had wrought
A shaper of his thought.

Now the sickle swings around
Exactly as it's thrown,
And the thrower
Is a sower,
Reaping what he's sown.

David Martin