Fire, frozen in apple’s sweet shape,
From promethean serpent it was sent.
A rite of passage from “mere ape”;
Extended forehead was Eve’s punishment.
We are not Abel; we are Cain.
Brother rots in Neandertal.
Over all of Gaia we now reign.
Child monarch of mother thrall.
Stumbling from Darwin’s crude workshop,
We see a world built for us, and cry
“Ours is the head with the crown atop.
Our godly form you cannot deny!”
In flatland, with the acute all around,
A right triangle styles itself obtuse.
Downgazing ants on a fragile mound.
Blind Cronus awaiting sighted Zeus.