The worm in the eye

The god of Evolution could be
just
an artwork, that became a map
grew a capital G, and then
became a textbook, then a relic.

Could a God of evolution be
just?
We blossomed from the rich mulch
of competition and colonisation,
of grabbing for food and land and
stuff the rest. Is there justice
in the survival of the fleetest,
the fiercest, the fattest?

If the God of Evolution is
just,
it is a justice beyond homo sapiens sapiens.
It is a justice that relishes
the worm that burrows in the eye
as much as the wondrous hummingbird
or arrogant human. It is the justice
of radical freedom to (let?) be.

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