Mar 2011
the echoes never cease in time
so we are stuck on the cliff face
losers without redeeming grace
those farts that in primordial slime
began old evolution's race
(the echoes never cease in time)
now seem to us divine sublime
but were just stinks in some dark place
far from the light or so we trace
the echoes never cease in time
so we are stuck on the cliff face
losers without redeeming grace
those farts that in primordial slime
began old evolution's race
(the echoes never cease in time)
now seem to us divine sublime
but were just stinks in some dark place
far from the light or so we trace
the echoes never cease in time
The title is the opening verse of John's Gospel, 'In the beginning was the word'. It just came to me as an ironic statement, given that life began not as a command but as, in essence, foul-smelling (had there been anything to smell them) slimes in shallow seas. The form is a Chaucerian roundel, in tetrameter rather than pentameter. I'm marking it as explicit because of one swearword.
