(for proving evolution and murdering miracles)
I gave them
Adam, and this particular
Pastard gave them
A chimpanzee
With with bipedalism.
I said,
“Let there be light,”
He said,
“Photosynthesis.”
I carved Eve from a rib,
He said,
“uterus, cell division-
checkmate.”
One theory from him—
aland suddenly,
Floating somewhere between
Greek gods and Santa Claus-
I’m a myth??
They used to call storms
my wrath. Now it’s
“cyclonic pressure zone
over Bay of Bengal.”
I gave them
plagues to humble.
They gave me
Vaccines and said
“I’m good, thanks.”
I offered heaven for
Obedience.
He offered Evolution
And a billion years
of paperwork.
Dear Darwin,
You killed prayers,
Turned temples
Into selfie zones.
You made them
Feel smart enough
To stop needing me.
Fine.
Let them have their evolution.
Let them trace
Grandpa’s lineage
To a lemur with abandonment
Issues.
Let them
Map the genome,
Discover dark matter,
Build sexbots, smarter
Than prophets.
But when they cry at
Funerals or beg
The tumour to vanish by
Whispering my name...
A dejected grey Pigeon
Will poop on your statue.
Because science,
For all its brilliance,
Never made a God
Who listens to
The chemical fuck ups
In human head.
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