Evolution’s Weigh-Station


From history did we come

Perpetuating,
Did we not.

Yes…

We’ve learned our lesson well,

Mixing and matching genes
To circumvent ourselves,

Arriving at the worldly coliseum,
We battle for blood and death,
Salivating and fist-pumping,
We want…
We wish…
Seldom what we need.

Yet we forge and sharpen
Our out of control desire
For everything of anything.

Leaving DNA scratching its head,
“We put up centuries of twist and shred
For this?”

Of course.

Minds of a higher purpose
Will someday stopover,
Check us out
And pity the evolved mash-up.

A One World Order will greet our planetary visitors
With “Welcome aliens. We are your masters,”
And completely miss
Their dissing of such nonsense.

They’ll leave their rest stop
And move on to another galaxy,

Scratching their “whatever” thinking…

“So primitive.”