by Frank Thomas Smith
How easy to claim that we crawled one day,
Cloudy and warm, up from the slime
For no reason except we could.
Why not be happy and dumb and stay
Home and leave evolution for another time?
But then you'd never be a crocodile,
Not to mention an anthropoid:
A simian, that is, a monkey or ape.
It seems to me a crooked pile,
Tottering ineptly into the void.
Instead I waited and watched from the eves
For that simian friend to evolve
From a monkey to a comely Adam
From a monkey to a luscious Eve
The time had come for my resolve
To buckle up and be pushed out
To pull the ripcord and float the way
To earth and ocean and tree and pampa.
To hunger and pain and years of drought,
To love and beauty and music's play.
In the beginning was Saturn,
Bodies of will:
Then came Sun,
Hot and bright,
Third was Moon,
Liquid light and warm,
Awash with wisdom,
To Earth we descended in fire,
Scorched by the Spirits of Form –
Rebelled, were expelled,
and wander in exile still:
It will die as love
and live again
Venus will reign victorious
a Sun more glorious:
the seventh kingdom,
the circle closes in spirit.
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