in memoriam

prologue:

for charles darwin
the puritanical mind that categorized man as just a step
more particularly, a step between an angel and a slime mold

the eulogy:

angel came down from heaven yesterday
stayed with me just long enoughto rescue me....

and he told me two stories yesterday;

about the sweet love between
the moon and the deep blue sea.

and the bitter love of a cetacean baleen
and a sirenian manatee

epilogue:
interspecies-porn anyone?
purist geneticists be damned!
molecular biologist welcome.
as for evolutionary biologist . . .
darwin is a dead old fart
as dead as all stories of true love

disclaimer: this article is not intended to insult any dead old farts or why-don't-you-just-kick-the-bucket nerds