POWER to thine elbow, thou newest of sciences, All the old landmarks are ripe for decay; Wars are but shadows, and so are alliances, Darwin the great is the man of the day. All other 'ologies want an apology; Bread's a mistake -- Science offers a stone; Nothing is true but Anthropobiology -- Darwin the great understands it alone. Mighty the great evolutionist teacher is Licking Morphology clean into shape; Lord! what an ape the Professor or Preacher is Even to doubt his descent from an ape. Man's an Anthropoid -- he cannot help that, you know -- First evoluted from Pongos of old; He's but a branch of the @3catarrhine@1 cat, you know -- Monkey I mean -- that's an ape with a cold. Fast dying out are man's later Appearances, Cataclysmitic Geologies gone; Now of Creation completed the clearance is, Darwin alone you must anchor upon. Primitive Life -- Organisms were chemical, Busting spontaneous under the sea; Purely subaqueous, panaquademical, Was the original Crystal of Me. I'm the Apostle of mighty Darwinity, Stands for Divinity -- sounds much the same -- Apo-theistico-Pan-Asininity Only can doubt whence the lot of us came. Down on your knees, Superstition and Flunkeydom! Won't you accept such plain doctrines instead? What is so simple as primitive Monkeydom Born in the sea with a cold in its head? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |