Not Drowning but Waving
Created | Updated Nov 23, 2006
There is, or once up on a time, will be,
deep in a dark primordial sea,
inside an ageing corpse dissolving,
some tiny microbes, just evolving,
though dead things not their usual fare
this was the last food anywhere
and sensing it would soon be rotten,
their table manners were forgotten.
Too soon their ghastly meal runs out
and hunger makes them look about
but finding only one another
each turns around and eats its brother,
when binary fission sub divides 'em
they split in two, and find beside 'em,
their identical twin brothers,
with appetites like one and others.
the problem now, when split in two
is just who, gets to dine on who?
should they flee, or fight and stay?
to be a hunter or be prey?
Both predators and runaways
chose their paths in different ways,
the prey, choose finding fresh food sources,
while hunters choose who their next course is,
Food for prey? A vexing question,
is solved by hunters indigestion,
inside each hunters gut is sorted,
food from waste to be aborted,
while prey, the only other species
make do by chewing hunter faeces,
while hunters find their prey nutritious,
the prey find hunter poo delicious.
Both prey and hunters find solutions
and sub-divide through evolutions
wish to see air, land and seas
filled with fish and birds and trees.
then one sad day is born a beast
that brings a terror to the feast,
all life kind learns to fear the same
this monster with its larger brain.
Too soon the beast is everywhere
polluting land and sea and air,
in it's own filth this creature thrives
till little but its kind survives,
and when at last its food runs out
its hunger makes it look about
but finding little there to savour,
it turns around and eats its neighbour.
It slaughters till eventually
beside a vast polluted sea,
the last beast, starving, sees off shore
a putrid, floating apple core,
with greed it gulps the apple down
then sinks beneath the waves to drown
Its gut allowing to survive
the only creatures left alive,
the putrid apple core is rife,
with tiny microscopic life,.........So then:
There is, or once up on a time, will be
deep in a dark primordial sea,
inside an ageing corpse dissolving
some tiny microbes just evolving.....
deep in a dark primordial sea,
inside an ageing corpse dissolving,
some tiny microbes, just evolving,
though dead things not their usual fare
this was the last food anywhere
and sensing it would soon be rotten,
their table manners were forgotten.
Too soon their ghastly meal runs out
and hunger makes them look about
but finding only one another
each turns around and eats its brother,
when binary fission sub divides 'em
they split in two, and find beside 'em,
their identical twin brothers,
with appetites like one and others.
the problem now, when split in two
is just who, gets to dine on who?
should they flee, or fight and stay?
to be a hunter or be prey?
Both predators and runaways
chose their paths in different ways,
the prey, choose finding fresh food sources,
while hunters choose who their next course is,
Food for prey? A vexing question,
is solved by hunters indigestion,
inside each hunters gut is sorted,
food from waste to be aborted,
while prey, the only other species
make do by chewing hunter faeces,
while hunters find their prey nutritious,
the prey find hunter poo delicious.
Both prey and hunters find solutions
and sub-divide through evolutions
wish to see air, land and seas
filled with fish and birds and trees.
then one sad day is born a beast
that brings a terror to the feast,
all life kind learns to fear the same
this monster with its larger brain.
Too soon the beast is everywhere
polluting land and sea and air,
in it's own filth this creature thrives
till little but its kind survives,
and when at last its food runs out
its hunger makes it look about
but finding little there to savour,
it turns around and eats its neighbour.
It slaughters till eventually
beside a vast polluted sea,
the last beast, starving, sees off shore
a putrid, floating apple core,
with greed it gulps the apple down
then sinks beneath the waves to drown
Its gut allowing to survive
the only creatures left alive,
the putrid apple core is rife,
with tiny microscopic life,.........So then:
There is, or once up on a time, will be
deep in a dark primordial sea,
inside an ageing corpse dissolving
some tiny microbes just evolving.....
