Hominid Formation

The Quill and the Crowbar


Hominid Formation

Harry the hollow-eyed hominid
Lives in a place of fevered dreams
Down deep in a central sulcus
Haunted with post-deluvian schemes

Where wise men go wandering
For the tooth of an extinct pig,
While others rest their laurels
On a casket of fossil digs.

Tired of inventing what is, but ain't,
One brain hatches a thought:
Let's have dinosaur lay an egg,
A bird from a birdbrain brought.

Punctuated equilibrium
In place of the missing links.
Voila! The hopeful monster!
Another idea that _____.

That idea, like the great big bang,
Drove unbelievers ape.
If a dino can hatch a chick,
Two monkeys a child can make.

They chewed on this a day
In their anti-God style.
Since micro-changes failed
They had lived on their bile.

They easily dismissed God
And laughed at the curse
And replaced Him with "science,"
The bright sun, and mother earth.

The coffin of treasured scraps
Contained some quaint pieces
Of clay, plaster paris, skull shards,
Shanks, and teeth to make species,

A nice orangutang,
A few victims of beriberi,
Sundry chips to chink them in,
And a neanderthal named Larry.

Well, they fragged and defragged
Till all the fragments fit in,
Then plastered and puttied them
For the Smithsonian.

Artists evolved them further
With pencil, brush and knife,
Adding chins, necks and pectorals
For a semblance of life.

Now toddlers enjoy them
In cartoons and coloring books
While teachers test others
On their ages and looks.

But . . .

In spite of sins these verses deride,
Romans I to the author applies,
Who, too, followed the way of a fool
Till the Lord opened his eyes.