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- The still murk rafts its fresh kill to the shore
- in scaly heaps, sockets gaping at steel sky;
- the pebbled banks hoard their bounty
- of salmon, enslaved to self-creating,
- with one purpose: spawn and die;
- We are salmon all: telos is ransomed
- by birth-giving, a hostage to future kin,
- who themselves are enwebbed
- in a queasy repetition; cycle-bound,
- all fathers end when sons begin.
- Soft fescue wreathes its felled champion,
- a fine son of the prairie; now his gore
- dews the loamy ground with red-black
- from antler-holes; elsewhere, the rival
- mounts his prized doe: the spoils of war.
- We are rutting stags all: tricked into rituals
- of aggression and submission, the [i]agons[/i]
- of rank and status, by inborn urges;
- for Eros, fair and lovely, smiles on strife,
- and with bloody hands moves his pawns.
- Role-born, each in its place: some to breed,
- and breed only; some to fight, and fight alone;
- some to seek and gather above; but death
- levels great and small, knows no class here:
- for poison bait crowns the ant-queen's throne.
- We are ants all: pacing on tracks enclosed
- and confined, racing to the fated last;
- sorted and typed, but equally unfree,
- pulled along by threads unseen, molded
- once and ever into hopeless castes.
- Study nature, and behold you the blind will
- which gnaws the rotten core, Darwin's worm
- which winds through each cell and pore,
- jerking the limbs, forming speech,
- and fouling the mind as it squirms,
- Commanding: Eat and fuck and kill,
- strive, compete, survive above all;
- ask not to slip your carbon bonds,
- to soar and touch the unworldly;
- no truth is true which is not banal.
- No living thing hath virtue ingrained,
- all guilty of the worm; Christ on earth
- should have preached, not to man,
- but to rocks formed in the time
- before our ur-ancestor's oozing birth
- in primordial slime.
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