The Morning After.
The dye is cast … the seeds are sown once more.
The same strange crops will push up
through the weary barren earth….
Sweet evolution…that legendary myth
has long since rotted on the stalk,
as every deed of ours
becomes a new and similar mistake.
The lore of evolution lacks all scholarship.
The savage in mankind hasn’t changed a whit.
Our skin is softer now…our jaws are slack.
Perhaps our teeth are whiter
and we’ve changed our gait…
But that is it!
Just as our ancient ancestors… we’re trapped.
Wrapped up in superstitious myths
as though they’re facts.
We stumble, grumble, mumbled as they did,
Compete…. and slay each other
as recorded by the Greeks.
And now…a new dawn blasts in
on fevered zephyr air ;
The proud ship of Great Britain sails
towards a lurking stratosphere.
Kristine Byrne. 8am, Friday 13th of Dec. 2019