Posterity:
………… all that
follows
every generation since Oldowan man chipped obsidian and flint
to make a stone ax to lay open the skull of an adversary
for food or turf, honing technique until
at this end
he’s chipped them
into ICBMs
the inner stuff of blind surge
the inclination of instinct
down a slippery slope
…………the popped buds
…………of hope
…………or
whatever’s survived
the gauntlet of a willful Demiurge
in which rank and ecstatic
blossoms collide
what morphs into the next thing
which unfolds from a chrysalis
and mounts the sky
a lime Luna moth the color of bliss
a bird that whistles, a bird that sings
desire that will not desist
the leading edge of everything
the fruit it brings
my daughters now in the outer world
pushing on, pioneers
………..a bird that whistles
……………a bird that suffers
…………………a bird that sings
.
by Jim Culleny
3/12/14