Life is Unrelated: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle

Darwinism, knowledge, the moon and who we are – what’s it all about?

Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:

Wordle’s words

Life is Unrelated

Let’s take monkeys, for instance,
which Darwin says we came from;
but which part of that statement is wrong?
Both, you say?
because

monkeys are first of all not apes
and Darwin said apes,
and secondly,
because

Darwin didn’t know diddle-squat.

I relish how the moon,
when you stare at it long enough,
can sting your eyes, make them tear,
while being only a reflection of light;
tonight it is a small chop, a slash,
a gash, formed like a scythe
sharpened through a long strap of darkness.

Whatever knowledge we have
is like that moon;
and like that monkey, I shimmy, shake,
purse my lips,
kiss up the night,

jump, pound my chest, want to fly to the moon,
merge with something bigger

than myself,
commit the great eternal crime,
eat the apple,
and handle my banishment with dignity.

Randy Mazie

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