“Charlie Darwin” by The Low Anthem
Make, Dismantle
Do not heed the words of Charlie Darwin.
Or of Pastor Bob.
Or even of your own sainted mother.
Survival of the fittest does not equate to thriving.
Saints don’t win the race to heaven.
No one always knows best.
Do not heed the words of Charlie Darwin.
Dismantle them.
Put the pieces on the heap
send them back into the soil
to be born anew
Gather up the shards that still hold beauty
turn them, flashing in the light
curious to the eye
glinting with indistinct possibility.
Hang them with bits of wire
off the eaves of your landing place
until they catch your neighbor’s eye.
And they will pull
from their own long pockets
their shiny pieces.
Bits and bobs
tools that hold.
Anchor.
Function.
Spread out these pieces,
jointly held,
on the front-lawn picnic blanket —
the dull and the dingy,
the iridescent
the copper-bright.
Make
all things new.
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