poem

civilized heathens
that's what we are
worshipping gods of paper and ore
services begin promptly at nine
and will conclude sometime after four

sophisticated primates
each of of us are
maybe darwin was right after all
or maybe the exact opposite has occured
if we hung on a branch, do you think we would fall?

if we were mere maggots
that would better
if the lord made us maggots; i would applaud
for maggots don't prey on the living
unlike us
maggots won't feed on their kin
unlike us
no, maggot may not be aware it's a maggot
but it definitely knows it's not god