Out of bacterial dreams they came, super exclusive cultures,
amphibious landings - sea to shore, limbless, blind, hesitant.
Our ancestors adapted, slaughtered for fur, harnessed fire,
brawn, channelled foul lust and greed: all the vital elements.
By then, sowed in their cells, sieved in their glands, an anger
that twangs, despair and fear of the dark. My life precedents.
If you have any comments on this poem, Samuel Prince would be pleased to hear from you.