Fraught Faux Sonnet on Analogies

of Human Emergences

Out of the briny deep we crawled some years back

and eventually on two legs slogged inland where

we learned to pick things up and turn a planet in-

to a kindergarten play pen where we now reside

in fight-prone cliques.

Simultaneously amoebic mind did climb the steep

bank twixt mindlessness and this all-me-all-the-time

twilit world of stuff and ever-greater nonsense accum-

ulating dollars and bombs and SUV’s, the sine qua non’s

of high, imperial culture.

Twice-climbed creatures, we look back only to examine

or to eat, sublimely content in our seeming dominance

and blind in our adolescent certitude to third-climbed

creatures who also don’t look back except to examine