Of Darwin and GodA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOf Darwin and God The life and the breath, Darwin; of Darwin and God, thinking the footprints are a monkeys not mans.
Doesn’t really matter When coated with sugar, listening to Airborne Toxic Event.
Blood from the feet and palms, Stigmata? or a drunken fall down a flight of stairs.
A bison has never played a guitar, or hummed a Beatles tune, or a beetles tune.
“And it starts, sometime around midnight.” echoes down the halls of every library, laboratory, and church.
It’s all pain really.
Thinking; that’s the hard part.
Not buying bananas at the H.E.B. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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