In the beginning was Darwin
and he lived amongst the apes
he rocked the cradle of creation
to cover his mistakes-
I stared into the mirror
Deep beyond disguise:
inside lurked the ape
laughter in his hairy eyes:
I scratched my chin
then shaved it clean
the ape scratched his
but this was dream.
Together, ape and I
we go aground in
a wild abounding
lemming rush
hurtling fission
murderous vision
ran in them
that runs in us
no light to lie by
no dark to die by
earth not solid
sea not fluid
upon this land
this island
skewered-
crumbling martyr
a Magnificent Charta
A magnificent mass of seething gas
hissing and endless
nameless
nothingness-
And Then God Screamed
and The Chaos knew that scream:
for then god whispered
for six days thereafter
until
dog-tired
and just before he rested
he screamed again
sight unseen, as yet untested
A strange new mould began to fill
The earth grew quiet with winter chill
God held His breath and the sky was still:
Everything was curious,
and leaned forward to see the fragile thing
which had so immaculately been conceived-
The world peered forward
to get a
better
look,
and they were all very skeptical.
The flowers shrugged
and blew once more in the breeze.
The birds took flight
and flew that flight with graceful ease.
The plants
the fish
and all manner of the beasts
saw no use for this New Thing .
Ape stepped forward
scratched head
farted
and said
"Man..."
circled once,
stopped to de-flea
fleas fled
ape scratched head
again spoke
this time said:
"Of all you beastly
and birdly
lives out there,
none of you
could ever be
as powerful
intelligent
or thoughtful
as this hapless
hopeless
pink thing
will try to be
nor as
destructive
merciless
and sad
as this hapless hopeless
pink thing
will certainly be."
Not one creature of creation
believed the ape
or would accept his strange apple,
so the devil left ape's body
and took with him ape's brain
and he approached the pink thing
in search of a new domain.
Ape went mad then
lived on nuts
berries
climbed trees
and tried
to get high enough
for God.
Ape still tries to climb
these trees
but,
like us he needs
a lot of devil inside
before he'll ever find
some God for his dis-ease.
While the world ignored this paltry scene
they stopped of sudden
as they heard again the Creation Scream:
It wasn't God.
It was the man thing,
The man thing who would be God.
And it had screamed to fill a mould again
this time with a newer strain
blessed with beauty
conceived without pain
and it had screamed
its first life breath
and thus had filled the mould again
and issued forth a newer strain
blessed with beauty
conceived without pain
cursed to scream
and scream again.
The universe froze
half in adoration
half in fear
That the man thing could
Invent Itself-
oh, the power!
The power of the man,
the man who would be God.
Bobbi