The Ballad of Microtubules And Bouillabaisse So every last fluky feature of your personal face, All the plankton, apes, and celebrities on this Galapagosian zoo Are thanks to magic microtubles landing in the bouillabaisse, Plus a pinch of Evo luck, a dash of karma, to spike the haha-brou. Refrain: O sing a song of morphing protomitochondrial polymeric aromatic polycyclic hydrocarbons! O the eons and eons and eons it took to make this work, and a couple just to say it. Listen my children and you shall hear How upon this planet Evo got in gear. By chance these certain little microtubules, A ride upon a passing comet hitch, And splash kersplash into our primal gruels, And out springs Venus sans a stitch. Refrain: O sing a song of morphing protomitochondrial polymeric aromatic polycyclic hydrocarbons! O the eons and eons and eons it took to make this work, and a couple just to say it. Into the ointment flies may fly And all you get’s a F****four-letter cliché; But stir in those tubules from the sky And hey ho hey! Evo’s hit jackpot payday! Refrain: O sing a song of morphing protomitochondrial polymeric aromatic polycyclic hydrocarbons! O the eons and eons and eons it took to make this work, and a couple just to say it. Protomitochondrial polymeric polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon crumbs, A syllabic concatenation: impressive incantation. If from cosmic ancestral gaialogical particles life itself could never come, Their sheer bore and caliber, sublimity and rhythm, a life of its own Takes on, when texted with typos and all to your own Smartphone. Refrain: O sing a song of morphing protomitochondrial polymeric aromatic polycyclic hydrocarbons! O the eons and eons and eons it took to make this work, and a couple just to say it. O into an ode and paean, hymn and cantata, an opera or two, I, a merely mortal Evolutionary quirk, would deign my heart to pour. O it’s all so magisterial, so boggling, O such a beguiling view: Evo’s own pet Gaiala monster; Evo's alien eternal bacterial spore. Refrain: O sing a song of morphing protomitochondrial polymeric aromatic polycyclic hydrocarbons! O the eons and eons and eons it took for them to work, almost as many just to say it. TALE OF TWO ISLES Visions of beasts haunt both these isles, Visions of dragons, iguana, and odd reptiles. St John on Patmos, Whose mystic beast reared up out of the sea; St. Darwin, Galapagos, Where eonic fish crawled out on fin and knee.

 

Wesley Kime