The Marvel of Evolution

I marvel at the hope found in evolution, The message of newness everyday; The ancestry, use of strength, genetics, The honouring of sex and life’s sway. The knowledge that behaviour matters, What I do daily determines my genes, That I pass on to my children, grandkids, And influences my relationship scenes. To take belief out with its fine context, Is cruel, dangerous and unnecessary, Makes the body clock jeer at the text, Introduces a slippy catch, not arbitrary. I can be made happy by visiting the zoo, By interacting with monkeys which thrill, Which save me from my introversion wazoo, Apes, giraffes, camels with expression fill. I don’t know if god exists, but am sure not, So if I talk to him, it’s a different experience, So I’d rather, if in doubt, when I’m fraught, Speak to animals who have no diffidence.