Evolution
26 08 2006Evolution scrimped for ages, only
to have ungrateful kids at the end
rather wear halos and pretend they’re
too pure to enter colleges of fittest
survivals on the wrong sides of seas,
where sharks open jaws on smaller fish
chomping tinier ones still. Death will
wait for a giant asteroid then, when
peaceful people who dismantle bombs
can’t stop it. They make love one last time,
happy they won’t have to wake again,
turn on lights, and remember the sun.
by Donald Illich of The Church of Tony Hoagland
Donald, I suspect I diagree with you about practically everything, being one of those
peaceful people (though certainly not pure :->)
But it’s a good poem, thank you!