I was put together by man for good reason.
Purposed to fill a need, a missed connection.
They all knew I was a little human skull.
They knew I was  an orangutan jaw,
my teeth filed down to look human.

I was just trying to help.
Yes, I lied;  you lie all the time, everywhere.
I only lied about the one thing you were searching for
“Here I am!” I tried not to yell, to overdo it

Then I wasn’t allowed any longer –
there would be no more men like me
They would set up checkpoints, roadblocks.
And what will happen to our desire
not for fame, but to solve a thing and then
stand back and cross your fingers
that some ancient man will put things together and smile.