to Darwin's disappointment

Perhaps it's nothing more than biology
The theory of evolution
To strive for life
Even when
Exhausting sleep
In morning comes
Even when
Garrulous nights
In silence last
Perhaps in non-figurative nouns
Fading fades
As corners bend
And colors blend
And fluids spill
As have the druid's will
So long ago
Into children's pages
Of future hands
And bloodshed wages
In distant lands





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