Statues of Darwin

Statues of Darwin David J Walker Cayotes claim what they can of The daylight hours hounded by the Windblown November sun Below the Mesa No better than the Blazing days of the summer Only colder Every rock looks the same Every plant a chameleon Every insect a meal in a race for Its life Here the world is cruelly honest About its business and Indifference to death Here, life is recycled Without ceremony nor prayer Language needs no interpretation Reading is seeing and reacting And each species erects its own Statues of Darwin