Evolution

Once,
when we were
very young
and stranded in
skeletons of carbon,
we had no mouths
to speak with.

Another day, perhaps
we crawled forth from oozes
and slept on banks
of somewhat tranquil seas
and woke, weeping in the night.

At some later date,
we searched for food,
and fought our brethren
savagely for it,
so that we would not die.

Then, Descartes said
"I think, therefore I am"
and Sartre was depressed
(somebody beat him up
and took his lunch
in fourth grade).

When I was a child,
I could not speak,
But they tell me
I made noises with my mouth.

Today, I write these words:

Sometimes life is metaphor for Life.