CLOUDS

CLOUDS

the clouds, who
whilst they
have hidden so much,
equally so
have seen it all
everything before

came scudding my way
to whistleblow their truth
that evolution in
human favours the rich
and rotten
the denizens of
deep comfort zone who
will live
and die (but so yes-but,
and grudging absolute end of the day delay
on mortality) passing on
their inheritance
to generation the next
producing this fine stock
out of
which we might dream
of the future utopia

no, as the clouds did indeed
take pains to explain,
evolution does not
sieve, does in
no way strain

strip cream from dross
amongst what does
rise to the top

evolution is not a miner
up in the Yukon
for gold hard a-panning

no evolution just looks and laughs
wondering what its
mutations might mean