Friday, January 10, 2014


        It’s legend, fable, superstition or
        It’s fact: the allegation by some sect
        That this or that godhead we must adore
        Or we’ll be punished for being incorrect.

        And yet for most of history, we’ve cowed
        And bowed obediently before some story
        Of beings supernaturally endowed,
        Bidden to bask remotely in their glory.

        Why not, instead, proclaim our own prowess
        And own the innate powers of our kind
        With which our evolution has endowed us,
        Bestowing not just instinct but a mind?

             We’re evolution’s foremost agents now,
             No longer bound to cower or kowtow.