irritants

[ellyssian]

irritants
September 17, 2005

Fate?
I won’t call it so,
for I dislike names as such.
Names speak of limitations, binding a thing
beyond its ability to be.

A plan?
The blueprints are there
in the rivers and the trees and our veins.
An intelligent design, perhaps,
but mankind is doing their best to change that.

Evolution?
It would be nice,
but we seem to be stuck in a rut.
In a hundred million years, the ancestors of our current chimpanzees
will be explaining the dead end that was humanity.

Overreacting?
Far from it - for while
the chimpanzees can practice sustainable
agriculture across a broad and varying range of foods,
we have but few staples and literally work them into the ground.

Extinction?
So damn superior,
we aren’t bright enough to see it.
Our interests are always paramount - our society so fragile,
yet the tattered edges are never our own threads.

Hope?
Yes.

Love?
Yes.

It is possible;
Yet while some
try so hard to wash away the irritants
they merely replace them;
for whether the relocate them or remove them,
always and more so, they become them.

Copyright (c) 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren