Nelson: HaHa! On the Blood King and Blood Queen (Smirky and Unka Dick).

A new poem

A guessed at history of the world

Nothing avails over time

Over the long strands of our common heritage

Tracing backwards to the sludge upon the rain soaked rocks

Under the mad scientist lightening

As the first eurykarotic cells begin their unheralded lives

Beginning from some kind of brackish tidewater pool

Steaming from the raw, blistering heat from the yowling entrails of earth

A struggle to eat and procreate

Blind to time or higher purpose

Those microscopic cells took those first steps called life

Thousands of feet of death compressed into splintered rock

For a few thousand revolutions around the Milky Way

Reaching into the bluing sky

Thick walled cells under the unity of the gene

The kingdom of the plant reigned supreme on this earth

A stray cosmic ray

Or a careening, ghost like, neutrino

Obeying the Feynman diagrams- summing over probabilities

To turn one arm of a carbon chain

Affecting the vital split into a new kingdom called animal

Along this tapestry of the four forces that binds all

This lonely planet was bombarded by the fireworks of a supernova

Mutations created the Precambrian life mosaic

Until the earth convulsed

Mudding over the first blind blossom of life

Sooner than the dance of the moon

Captured by earth’s gravitational field

Would bulge the equator and redefine the quantum equilibrium

Life anew would retake the land

Based on ever more complex equations for conquest

The ever folding and unbending universe

Unknown to the last great reign of terrible lizards

The spike of life

The immutable equation of eating then procreating

Before the hammer from beyond rewrites this world

A manifest destiny

That the thing we call life is nothing but ephemera to the clockwork universe

Bound to our own hubris

Leavened with the delusions of being descended

From some god that stands outside of our material reality

Walking along a stained by war shoreline

Populated by the rusting hulks of steel hulled vessels of forgotten battles

The romanticism of death pervades those drowned skeletons

While the schools of fish now inhabit those blasted bulkheads

Men schooled in the art of war have their just, cold graves

What will come after the footsteps of mankind

Certainly not another brain biased monstrosity

But an older model of exoskeleton, miniaturized swarm behavior encoded

Composed sentient creature who has outlived

The reign of the terrible lizards and soon to outlive

Our reign upon the uncaring earth