Soup

So our ancestors were but ingredients

In the primordial soup;

The waters were turbulent

In the primeval cauldron;

The Universe cast into it

Randomly - molecules of ammonia

And carboxylic acid

Like some fledgling chef

Still learning the trade

Until, miraculously, one day

The ingredients combined in just the right way

And the chef’s haphazard chucking

Produced a delicious protein soup.

 

And those proteins were thrown together

In the cauldron’s turbulent waters;

Still boiling, it was - as it were - in an oven

Of searing cosmic microwaves

For the Universe still echoed

With the throes of the Big Bang

And in these murky waters

These proteins were thrown together

And randomly fell in place to form

Amoeba, and arachea, and such.

(That’s why you’re advised to watch over

Your soups and stuff in the kitchen;

How would you like to return and find

A T-rex in your saucepan?)

 

Gather around, kids!

Gather around the microscope

This might be a picture

Of your great, great, great, great

Great, great, great, great, -

Well, you catch my meaning.

You, in the back, stop monkeying around,

Aping your ancestors!

 

If someone took a jigsaw puzzle

With millions and millions of pieces

And threw them up into the air

Time and time again…

How many throws do you think it’ll take

For the pieces to fall, randomly, into place

And float, perfectly formed, onto the floor?

 

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Masterpiece!!!