The baton raised the cosmic chorus ready to ring out.
The baton weaves,
nebulous gases in a silent roar are formed,
join the weaving may pole dance.
condense into place,
form solid forms, spin off into space.
The baton weaves and sweeps once more to put colours into place,
conducts the rise of a setting sun and gives the moon a face.
Not too close quick Silver Star,
but the cartoon dog is to far.
The Earth now in the right place receives its specific measure,
shafts of light the summer sun,
life’s one constant virgin treasure.
let us leave the Earth,
flick the war lord across the universe,
dance on Saturn’s rings.
Release the moons of Jupiter from their bondage,
fling them through black holes.
Move the Sun to another place.
Then give Quick Silver Star to near and Cartoon Dog to far, a chance to start anther life-form race.
When wild fowl did glide,
the whale did walk,
volcanic ash still spouted and poured.
Immortalized; fossilized, sulphur encrusted trees.
Autumn comes but there is no rustle of leaves.
The Earth with an ever-changing face,
preparing for the next act,
the human race.
Thus upon the sand upon the shores,
creatures stare- crawl large and small.
Get off your stomach shake of the sea,
for the tide of time has turned,
the cry rings out evolve once more.
So from the sea I come,
with arms outstretched sea-weed clad,
strolled along the shore.
Listening to the call.
To the land,
to the air,
to the far corners of the universe,
extend in expanding spheres of thoughts and deeds.
Yet it matters not if we fail,
for upon the sand,
upon the shore,
to the sea to await time and chance,
Evolution in its simplest sense consists
of slime and gore
Fermenting in a tropical bog where feet
have not trodden before.
From this primeval soup frogs fish and
And as the ferment gurgled with glee a
bowler hat housing a chimpanzee,
turned the tap off.
When the earth was still in its molten state,
land and sea of common mass,
screaming souls begged to be cast.
The universe in its uncompleted form,
the dividing line not yet drawn.
Surely man was born.
In times long ago,
long since passed,
when man was not a man.
But locked in the evolutionary tide,
many eons to span.
As if from a long deep sleep too soon awoke,
to carve his destiny began.
Perhaps he should have gone back to sleep,
awoke when he was a man.
ducks do bark,
dogs quack with glee. The chickens meow,
hens eat fish,
cats scratch for corn in the barn yard sea. Pigs give milk,
graze under a bacon tree.
While the juggling geneticist cries,
DNA Grease Spot
There is a spot upon my shirt,
is it grease or is it dirt.
It is grease,
I can see,
but is it from an animal or is it from me.
It does not smell like me,
such grease I do not produce. It’s from my last meal I did consume,
dropped animal grease from my spoon.
What meal was that now,
I think it was Ox Tail Soup some how.
Is the Ox still alive,
tormented by flies,
or did they use the rest of the beast,
grinned it up and made mince meat.
Will it be in the pie I buy tomorrow,
will I hear it’s cry of sorrow,
will another grease spot I sustain,
will I feel it’s cry of pain.
Can I from the grease spots DNA derive?
Bring the beast back a live.
Mortal man come look at your old forgotten toy,
see yourself in miniature with a primitive mind.
See what happens when an experiment you leave behind.
yet its day is done.
Still there are more specks of dust than you know what to do,
so create more miniatures just like you.
Lets give them all primitive minds.
I told you this land is an apple in a giants hand,
and you are a grub that has crawled out,
what would you say.
What would I say.
I would say that you are mad an have you taken away.
Then I will not tell you so,
you mindless grub.
I will just eat you instead.
Last of The Gods
Let me spread myself upon the cosmic winds
for my time of departure has long since past. I should have left with Homers Gods,
when Athena was in my grasp.
But I was held back by my own vanity,
sustained by mans bent knee.
For this knowledge and wisdom from me,
to him did pass.
But this creature of greed,
this impossible beast,
produced me in a technological form.
A vote was taken and I was cast,
Like Zutec behind a time locked door.