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The Evolution of Man

Among the herds of beasts and flocks of birds of a long disappeared earth a new type of beast emerged.

It was a primate equipped with new faculties of evolutionarily revolutionary capacity.

Through mutation it became far more sagacious then the other descendants that it’s ancestors had generated.

It was a bipedal ape becoming naked in the valley, learning to turn it’s predators into prey with its sage and its mandible thumb.

Ages down the line its clubs and spears would be replaced by grenades and guns.

From the rumbling jungle to the valley where the beast master was wrought,

there became a creature of thought.

And that creature of thought would eventually be a curse to its fellow life on earth.

Man is a destroyer of the eco-sphere.

Man is a destroyer of the force that put him here.

Man is a deadly plague on the flora and fauna of the globe.

Man’s an evolutionary bumhole.

The hunter became the hunted and as man developed tools, and as man developed rules, he increased the size of his brood.

And he spread through the jungles, caves, and plains hunting the great and foolish beasts that occupied the terrain.

And soon his caves were replaced by his architecture.

And the beasts that he killed were replaced by livestock and agriculture.

And his numbers rose and his population migrated and blanketed the globe with rapidity and violence.

Disappearing those who’s home it was before his arrival, man’s another tragic story of genetic survival.

A wheel devised by a prehistoric mind was the precursor to the industrial surfeit of mankind and subsequently the demise of the planet.

Courtesy of the human the earth became a waste basket.

We feed like a fiend with our machines and our schemes on the world, leaving behind ruin and debris.

With method after method and invention after invention we mine and exploit everything we find.

Burning and turning biodiversity into a rotting rind, we conquer, enjoy, and enslave everything that we find.

With no reservation we breed until we achieve global overpopulation and starvation.

We conceive constantly a new device of satiation and the other creatures are the victims of our gratification.

We bulldoze habitats to expand our next.

In our quest to ease our lot we put the multitudes to death.

We’re glutinous, promiscuous and ravenous.

Though our physicality is feeble we’re lethal as an aggregation.

Modern man is a force of devastation.

Modern man dominates by propagation.

Modern man: a holocaust in the making.

We evolved into the earth’s annihilation.

We Are Mankind

We are the sentient of sentient digging through strata.

Digging for missing data that links us and our precedent, hoping that fossilized taxa will shed light on the darkness

that stirs inside machines

that fear themselves future carcbumes.

From the storm we’ve descended and, through ecologically pressured selection, have become endowed with the haunting power of reflection.

Looking for reason, we transmit signals screaming into space as beacons seeking a fellow legion.

There are no burning bushes, just fossil fuels burning on a lonely earth turning crawling with earthlings crawling for clues.

Seeking the feeling of being complete…

There’s something missing aside from the links in genealogy.

The Gods of yesterday have led us astray, as we awake in a state of wonder wondering our way.

Fumbling our way, plundering and destroying what we may, we seek certitude in the bustle of dismay.

We are biombum awakened by a mysterious wand.

Now we don the crown in an infinitesimal pond somewhere in a silent stillness sprinkled with light.

We are primordial clay sprinkled with the mingle of life.

Like a child crying for its mother in the black of night, man bows down pleading with fleeting hope of eternal life.

With our mandible thumb we clutch a dream that we are not cosmic orphans in a dead sea.

And we seem to be aware as our fellow creatures are not.

And in this awareness we sit, irresolute, baffled by its wake.

As we scrape the tissue of an unfeeling cosmos our mammalian skeletons shake.

We’ve arrived but we don’t remember leaving, like a child who can not recall its first experience of seeing.

In his phylum man is an island, though in the quiet of his solitariness he finds no asylum.

As we gaze in the face of stars that rattle the foundations of what we are, we feel like the protagonist in a cosmic Lord of the Flies.

But there is no savior to liberate us in droves

we live and die.