Evolution

AS WE WALK through the sidewalks
imitating the haves, and even worse,
the have nots, all of us
sucked in tucked in fucked in
turned down for the evening,
LET US reveal our selves
our teeth and our deep breaths.

Can we escape these selfish genes?
We shall be slaves to our birthdays
or we will become silhouettes:
Fragments of our childhoods,
the benevolent space between
baby and stuffed lion
between incorrigible mistakes
and sweeping failures of yesteryears.

LET US behave like animals.
Let the soft down of our skin
rub against the grains
and our loins fold into one another.

Praised be the animals!
loved by the krebs cycle and
damned by the fossil fuels.

Blessed be the sinners!
the arrogant, the mistaken,
the khaki pug-nosed hunters.

This species is the fittest so far.
We will suffer not in the jungle,
but may the low winds of the subway
kiss our open mouths.