Part I.
Evolution Of The Land-Walkers


        From the first moment that anything moved
        Methods of motion have ever improved
        Self-preservation may be the objective
        But “getting somewhere” is the Prime Directive



Millions of years before joggers evolved
The problems of motion had still to be solved
By the very first creatures to travel intentionally.
     Mobility started one day in the water
     When a minuscule, sea-going, single cell’s daughter
     Decided to fight_ with all of her might_
        To get from point A to point B.


Most protozoan were loath but to move
By flowing wherever the waves would behoove
And chaffed at the thought of attempting to stray from the herd.
     So while they went off in their haphazard fashion
     Aimlessly driftin’, splashin’ and crashin’
     She squirmed and she struggled with all of her passion
        Till something amazing occurred.


Her nucleus shuddered and split with a spasm
And then there were two in her cytoplasm
Which quickly expanded, preparing to further divide.
     But ere separation was thoroughly done
     She noticed that two “selves” were stronger than one
     And agreed there and then_ with her “Siamese” twin_
        To keep struggling side by side.


She continued to ‘multiply’ as she ‘divided’
Till hundreds of millions of cells were united
And as they progressed in the purpose to which they had sworn,
     They then formed a few synergistic conjunctions
     With various cells of assorted compunctions
     Who signed on providing their own distinct functions
        Rather than sit there and scorn.


        And the first social system was born.





Like kinds of cells gathered into divisions
The group at one end handled all the decisions
The rest began work on the vast architectural plans.
     Messenger cells formed a chain of corpuscle
     That prompted the proteins to hustle and bustle
     Producing a primordial system of muscle
        That flexed when the head sent commands.


A stomach-like organ came into ascension
As soon as necessity caused it’s invention
Energy needed a rapider means of renewal.
     An army of enzymes got into the act
     And built her a crude sort of digestive tract
     A simple esophagus hooked to a sac
        That turned carbohydrates to fuel.


The total assemblage consisted of flocks
Of regeneratible building blocks
Pulling together like so many soldiers at drill.
     With each loyal member performing it’s role
     The cells lived and died on behalf of the whole
     Faithful to reaching their ultimate goal
        To move through the water at will.


A vessel that moved of it’s own accord
Required a shape that was wont to go for’ard
And had to transcend the amorphous design of a germ.
     At last they came up with a flexible frame
     That went the direction in which she took aim
     And she, with her proud maiden voyage, became
        The aqua-dynamic___   worm.


She propelled this gelatinous mass through the ocean
Achieving the power of self-locomotion
By wriggling this-way-and-that in pursuit of her lot.
     Her lot, none other than insouciant mates
     Who’d heedlessly chaffed at controlling their fates
     Now found themselves turning to carbohydrates
        Deep in her fuel burning pot.


        Whether they liked it or not.




                Prior to food, even shelter and clothing
                Without locomotion, survival is nothing
                Having motility sends a clear message
                Method-of-movement becomes rite-of-passage



This daring new prototype proved so efficient
That every component was nearly omniscient
Able to “ape” the entire design on it’s own.
     If part of her tail-end broke off into space
     Another one merely grew back in it’s place
     And the end that came loose_ ended up the caboose_
        For the front-end’s identical clone.


So, as she continued to metabolize
Her single-celled cousins began to get wise
Taught by a series of hair-raising, narrow escapes.
     They too started forming their own “Socialisms”
     And turned complex cellular organisms
     And found an assortment of ways to convey
        Geometrically practical shapes.


One took the form of a five-fingered star
And traipsed off in search of caviar
With tiny tube feet on the tips of each leathery ray.
     Others evolved into flaccidy jellies
     They moved through the water like pumping “umbrellies”
     With tentacles dangling from under their bellies
        That stung their unfortunate prey.


Reacting to such predatory invasions
Many developed defensive persuasions
Ranging from passive-resistance to counter-attacks.
     Some produced chitenous calcium cell
     And covered their vulnerable vitals with shell
     They crawled on their bellies and lived very well
        Transporting their homes on their backs.


Some sought protection through camouflage
Disguising a defenseless fuselage
With colors and patterns that blended right into the rocks.
     Others, with greater sensational sense
     Found an aggressiver means of defense
     With sharp bristly scales_ or barbed pointed nails_
        Protruding right out of their hocks.


        That conducted electrical shocks.



In millions of years there were all shapes and sizes
Each with their own unique gimmicks and guises
Marching and flouncing, cavorting and bouncing about.
     The simple physiques that they had to discover
     To ferry themselves from one place to another
     Provided the basic designs from which more
        Variations continued to sprout.


Some felt the problems of motion were solved
And though they continued, no longer evolved
Not adding even so much as a tooth or a limb.
     Meanwhile, our leader’s descendants were growing
     A “rudder” for steering and “paddles” for rowing
     Destined to be_ the first in the sea_
        To actually learn how to___   swim.


In millions of years her corporeal form
Went so far beyond the original norm
That self-replication depended on farming a brood.
     A partner of opposite gender was needed
     One fertilized while the other one seeded
     And from a duration_ of group incubation_
        Miniature copies ensued.


The copies continued evolving, unhurried
Long after their ancestors’ bodies lay buried
Pressed between gathering layers of sand, stone, and lime.
     Each new morphological link in the chain
     Endeavored to master it’s salty domain
     Ever improving the shape it attained
        One modest step at a time.


Their segmented spines were the culmination
Of hundreds of eons of cultivation
And gave them the means to proceed with the greatest of ease.
     Their streamlined physiques, so sassy and smart
     Their methods of movement, state of the art
     Were works of devotion_ to pure locomotion_
        Advanced to it’s furthest degrees.


        Deep in Devonian seas.





                Long before history started to dawn
                Upward Mobility had to catch on
                Needing a lengthy head-start to develop
                Once it got going, broke into a gallop



After epochs, give or take a millennium
The process was still in a state of momentum
But now the most daring way-farer of all was at hand.
     For there on the edge of a fresh water lake
     An heiress apparently started to take
     Her very first steps_ from out of the depths_
        And try moving on to dry land.


Most brothers and sisters were not interested
In having their tender extremities tested
And so they continued exactly as they had been spawned.
     But she, never satisfied swimming in schools
     Managed to break an assortment of rules
     By poking around in the shallows and pools
        That led to a whole world beyond.


Now walking one’s fins was an odd way to travel
The going was rough on the shore-bed of gravel
Muscle and tissue were pushed to the utmost extreme.
     These efforts at first had no outward results
     Aside from sore fins and a number of welts
     But by being so bold_ a critical toe-hold_
        Was gained in her far-reaching scheme.


The exercise caused her pituitary organ
To alter her chromosome’s programming jargon
Affecting the genes in the next generation of eggs.
     The DNA molecules then rearranged
     The offspring adopted the pattern and changed
     Eventually trading their flippers for lobes
        And lobes for a real set of legs.


This painfully slow but complete transformation
Included a new mode of oxygenation
For venturing out of the water, each day a bit more.
     Exchanging their gills and their sea-going status
     For actual air-breathing apparatus
     A branch of the species was finally reached
        Completely at home on the shore.


        And so they went off to explore.



At first they were still the most primitive crawlers
Limbs splayed out sideways, no better than sprawlers
Scraping their bellies and dragging their bulks thru the swamp.
     A few individual creatures believed
     The ultimate walking gear had been achieved
     And chose to remain_ in the marshy terrain_
        Content with the clumsiest stomp.


While this group wallowed in Cambrian mud
Their cousins, with hotter, competitive blood
Were urging the species away from the mire and peat.
     With each generation the stance was enhanced
     The pelvis adjusted, the shoulders advanced
     Until situated_ to points elevated_
        Straight over their scaly-skinned feet.


A host of new environmental conditions
Brought further enhancements with future editions
That slowly refined along various structural themes.
     Every advance in their methods of movement
     Added things where there was need for improvement
     Unused appendages shrank out of sight
        While useful ones grew to extremes.


The planet played host to an agro-agora
Of fauna in search of digestible flora
Mountains and seas were now teeming with organic life.
     As more and more members replaced their deceased
     Our single-celled daughter’s descendants increased
     Like branches and stems on the trunk of a tree
        Mutations were steady and rife.


Building on matters of food predilection
And some anatomical means of protection
Each generation brought larger designs than the last.
     Though something within their molecular chains
     Restricted the size of their Jurassic brains
     They carried them off in gargantuan frames
        That have never yet been surpassed.


        For sheer disproportionate mass.





                Movers and shakers, what all of them do
                Is carry themselves from square one to square two
                And capitalize on the progress they’ve made
                By constantly looking for ways to upgrade



Web-footed genotypes paddled up creeks
And scooped leafy greens with their shovel-nosed beaks
Which used in defense an opponent would want to avoid.
     Bone-headed bipeds grew tubular shoots
     That swept back in long hollow arcs from their snoots
     They courted each other with amorous toots
        And bellowed out threats when annoyed.


One super-genus preferred to make feasts
Of smaller or helpless herbivorous beasts
And as a result of the habits to which they were prone,
     Their forelimbs retarded from utter disuse
     Their teeth became tools for inflicting abuse
     Their jaws could expand_ on a moment’s demand_
        For swallowing muscle and bone.


Some were content eating grass on the ground
But others insisted on pulling things down
Extending their reach to the fruit at the tops of the trees.
     Their neck-bones grew ‘roof ward’, their tail bones grew ‘floor ward’
     Keeping their front ends from toppling forward
     Until they were standing sufficiently nor’ ward
        To grasp the high branches with ease.


While stretching themselves to incredible lengths
Others developed great weapons and strengths
Bone-plated armor of various styles was contrived.
     With horns on their faces and spikes on their flanks
     They marched through the forests like four-legged tanks
     Fiercely defending their place in the ranks
        From those that would eat them alive.


In millions of years there were so many models
Each with their own distinct shuffles and waddles
The Earth was a showcase of colorful gadgets and gear.
     And somewhere amidst all this clatter and clamor
     Of amphibian fashion and reptilian glamour
     A creature of radically different manner
        Slowly began to appear.


        And quietly brought up the rear.



It’s costume severely diverged from those
Who had to spend half of their time in repose
Absorbing the warmth of the sunlight before they could stir.
     This timid new-comer had hit on a way
     To quickly traverse to point B from point A
     With equal efficiency, night time or day
        In a soft coat of something called___   fur.


Deep in the bushes and shadows beneath
It barely evolved by the skin of it’s teeth
While titans around it were plundering untold domains.
     It ‘doggedly’ clung to the end of the age
     When Natural History turned a new page
     The sovereign saurians walked off the stage
        Relinquishing reptilian reigns.


As undersea volcanic action occurred
Continents shifted, ecologies stirred
Habitats shrank and their tenants were jostled about.
     With narrowing climatic temperature ranges
     Behemoths no longer could weather the changes
     And mammals, though small_ inherited all_
        As the cold-blooded giants went out.


Many a petrified part became locked
In stratified, time-table layers of rock
That show where the old ages end and the new ones unfold.
     All the way back in the tell-tale progressions
     Their skeletal structures and footprint impressions
     Attest to the fact complex systems evolved
        From the simpler versions of old.


The dinosaur fossils beneath the Earth’s surface
Suggest they had finished fulfilling their purpose
Whatever phenomena led to their rapid decline.
     For traits to live on it’s expressly inherent
     There have to be offspring to mimic the parent
     But the mightiest land-walkers ever to roam
        Stopped reproducing their kind.



        Sometimes Nature changes her mind.



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Part II.
Rise Of The Bipedals


                Something all creatures unconsciously know
                is how to instinctively get up and go
                Upward mobility is nothing other
                than working to keep going further and further



This fossilized history of locomotion
Is what has inspired the scientists’ notion
That Man can be traced to a creature now found in the zoo.
     We ended up having the foot and the hand
     Because we descend from the Cro-Magnon man
     Who’s tree-climbing, primate, precursors began
        From an ambitious, poly-pawed Shrew.

Protected by layers of heart-warming fat
It carried it’s own built-in thermostat
A custom unknown to a distant and earlier ilk.
     It’s young were not laid, incubated, or hatched
     But emerged from the parent live and attached
     And drank from the mother’s mammary sac
        A peculiar new substance called___   milk.

And one prehistorical day in the thicket
One raised his front paws on the trunk of a cycad
While stretching his back, perhaps, in the afternoon heat.
     And just for a moment, before he was settled
     He let go the tree trunk, becoming bi-pedaled
     Which helped to inspire the sudden desire
        To balance on only two feet.

And from the new angle he now had his eyes on
He noticed a brightly expanded horizon
And started to see the advantage now at his command.
     If he could remain for a moment this way
     His progeny prob’ly could do it all day
     And some instinct told him_ if two legs could hold him_
        He’d give his descendants a hand.

Because of this type of A-typical action
Mobility started to gain greater traction
And led to the monkeys’ more semi-bipedal designs.
     With only their hind limbs supporting their booties
     It freed up their fores for auxiliary duties
     Like scratching their armpits and picking their cooties
        And swinging themselves through the vines.


        While maintaining up-righted spines.


The tiniest cellular, organic features
Determine the whole outward structure of creatures
And go into action before the cell ever divides.
     The chromosomes practice a self-replication
     That not only renders exact duplication
     It also allows for the chance variation
        That Nature routinely provides.


The genes have an ingenious way of preserving
Not only the traits that are currently serving
But those left abandoned at each evolutional bend.
     And there in the cell’s library facility
     Is safely recorded in faithful fidelity
     It’s entire history of upward mobility
        Code, from beginning to end.


The more the successful revisions completed
The greater the number of genes that are needed
To carry the complex instructions on RNA strand.
     The more a repeated behavior’s involved
     The likelier each organism evolved
     Increasing ambition_ with every edition_
        To go just as far as it can.


Whatever conversions an entity’s apt to
There must be external demands to adapt to
So as the young tree-dwelling primates were learning to climb,
     Their hind-pedals turned into “pedestal stands”
     Their fore-pedals turned into what we call___   hands
     Those clever, prehensile_ grasping utensils_
        That move several ways at a time.


As life in the canopies grew more complex
Their heads became more at the tops of their necks
Their eyes moved around to the front of their simian brows.
     This gave them binocular, stereo-vision
     Essential when swinging with any precision
     To get where you’re going without a collision
        And learning to hunt and carouse.


        High up in the branches and boughs.






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(Aside) …

Now some say it’s downright preposterous
To hold that the primates fore-fathered us
Worse yet to think we’re related to Rodents by blood.
     But Naturalistic Historians feel
     The shrew has a more realistic appeal
     Than a mythical Adam who suddenly sprang
        Complete from a handful of mud.


The venerable ancients that offered this story
Were not big on science, but loved allegory
And tried to explain the Creator’s original acts.
     Millenniums later, the tale is still told
     Accepted by biblical fans, young and old
     But under the light_ of latter-day sight_
        It doesn’t stand up to the facts.


One problem confronting this time-honored fable
Is that it denies the first person a navel
Thus he could not have been “human” as we understand.
     So if he existed before us in verse
     And fathered our race for the better or worse
     He wasn’t just like us so he wasn’t the first
        If ever there was such a man.


If ever there was such a man, who was second?
And how did that person get here, do you reckon?
The answer, if any, should be scientifically sound.
     Assuming, of course, that the strict limitations
     Nature imposes on all her creations
     Have not undergone any great alterations
        Since Adam was walking around.


He may have been first to encounter Jehovah
But males can do nothing but fertilize ova
So where was the casting in which the next copy was poured?
     If ever there could be a very first human
     It’s ten times more likely that “he” was a___   Woman
     One of those creatures_ with all the right features_
        For not only praising the Lord,


        But bringing new members aboard.





For you to be human in every last detail
You have to come forth from the womb of a female
Made for begetting and being begotten, we’re told.
     Just why would a rational, practical Lord
     Design and create the umbilical cord
     Judge it and choose it, but not go to use it
        On the first people out of the mold?


But whether or not the first persons on earth
Were subjected to a conventional birth
There probably never was any such woman or guy.
     Where Nature in all other cases took time
     And went to great lengths to perfect each design
     It’s hard to believe that her crowning achievement
        Was done in the “wink” of an eye.


The body of evidence clearly convinces us
To trace himself back to his ultimate genesis
Man must look further than ancient, religious folklore.
     The very idea that our undertaking
     Was hundreds of millions of years in the making
     Does not give it less_ miraculous-ness_
        It gives it, if anything, more.


For wasn’t the shrew just another extension
Of an earlier hybrid, too lowly to mention
Who stood as a bridge between species, one old and one new?
     And couldn’t that archetype’s family claim
     Some ‘royal’ amphibian blood in it’s veins
     Whose ultimate parent was simply a cell
        That merely divided in two?


Then doesn’t the cell boil down to a matter
Of smaller parts swimming around in some batter
Conducting themselves like commuters arranged on a bus?
     Perhaps when we sift through molecular chains
     Of fossilized cells of the earliest strains
     We’re finding our own great ancestral remains
        And seeing what used to be us …


        Just after evolving from dust.

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                Think what our ancestors had to endeavor
                Leaving the safety of square-one forever
                Shaking a tail-feather’s only a start
                Moving is basic, walking’s an art


So, five million years ago, A. Afarensis
Dared to come down from his treetop defenses
And challenge his simian kin to a steeple- “leg” -chase.
     While some of them finished the race as gorillas
     He sprinted across into Homo habilis
     And won by a streak_ “hands down”, so to speak_
        And split off to start his own race.


The methods of movement endowed him at birth
Were wholly unique among creatures of earth
In detail above and beyond any previous shape.
     He crawled under bushes on hands and knees
     He leapt over boulders, he shimmied up trees
     What others did solely, he copied with ease
        He was, after all … sort of … ape.


He even could swim (well enough to get by)
The only thing that he could not do was fly
He wasn’t the fastest afoot, but he soon understoond,
     That as his physique was becoming refined
     His consciousness grew and expanded his mind
     Which gave him the vision_ to plan his decision_
        Better than other brains could.


He had no organic accoutrements
That he could employ in his own defense
Which nature had given to most other locomo-pods.
     But talons and tusks were no match for a man
     Who had an opposable thumb in each hand
     And changed all the rules_ by fashioning tools_
        That helped him to even the odds.


For here was the only bipedal to date
Who stood so straight up in his natural state
His vertical posture was even maintained when he ran.
     His hips became wider as he became straighter
     His face became smaller, and sooner or later
     His offspring connect us_ to Homo erectus_
        The next nearest thing to a Man.


        In the on-going Hominid plan.





Homo erectus is known in particular
For keeping his body the most perpendicular
His chiefest concern was to try and take care not to trip.
     But there was one subsequent gimmick he knew
     For getting himself from square one to square two
     That no other creatures on Earth ever do
        Homo erectus could___   skip.


If he was the Hominid’s acrobat
Sapiens was the aristocrat
Combining a bigger brain still with a gracefuller stride.
     He soon revolutionized methods of motion
     By stumbling upon the redoubtable notion
     Of exploiting some other land-walker’s motion
        He wanted to go for a___   ride.


He fastened some wheels to a box and of course
He harnessed a yoke to the neck of a horse
And sat at his ease while the beast took him off to his goal.
     For thousands of years now our kind has been smitten
     With making a fancier box to sit in
     And finding new sources_ still measured in horses_
        Of power to make the wheels roll.


Since science began we’ve been trying to master
The secrets of getting the wheels to go faster
And sometimes it looks like we still have a mountain to climb.
     For Man is the sort of an ambulator
     To care if he gets somewhere sooner or later
     But in spite of his surrey he still has to hurry
        And still doesn’t get there on time.


Before we pass judgment upon the futility
Of Man’s contribution to upward mobility
We have to examine just what makes his motion unique.
     Aside from his outward contraption behoovements
     His pure biological methods of movements
     Have undergone several modern improvements
        That help to evolve the physique.


        As humans perfect the technique.




                Start with a method of self-animation
                Finding the power to change your location
                Practice improving, become a crusader
                Next thing you know you’re a peregrinator


Today we exhibit so many expressions
Of how to achieve the best forward progressions
History must wait to determine the long-term effects.
     Why, just in one lifetime we’ve seen several kinds
     Of species attempt to diverge from the lines
     And challenge the norms_ of acceptable forms_
        For getting one place to the next.


Before there was cable, aerobics, or malls
The Beatniks appeared to come out of the walls
And taught that conventional motion was stiff and contrived.
     They walked with their duffs kind of aimed at the ground
     As if they were always about to sit down
     They passed into glory_ A Posteriori_
        Soon after the Hippies arrived.


The Hippies believed the correct way to move
Was accomplished by one getting “into the groove”
But weren’t so concerned with the “how” as the “where it was at”.
     They traveled to all sorts of end destinations
     Without ever leaving their starting locations
     By going so deep in their imaginations
        That some of them never came back.


The marriage of T.V. and pasta alfredo
Produced the notorious Couch Potato
Whose chief motive power consists of but shifting the rear.
     And then there’s the species of sunbathing man
     Who, covered with lotion, lies dead in the sand
     You’ll witness more action_ in plant reproduction_
        Than you will in this kind in a year.


One branch we see only inhabits the surf
Traversing the waves instead of the turf
Making an odd kind of progress they call “hanging ten”.
     Walking on water instead of the sand
     They’ve grown an appendage on which they must stand
     And balance themselves as they ride to dry land
        Like many a beast with a fin.


        They sometimes need pushing back in.


The Hippies today still survive in the rurals
A few live in cities and paint highway murals
But mostly their era was done with the death of Folk-Rock.
     One offshoot with great economical gumption
     Known to us now as “Conspicuous consumption”
     Evolved into Yuppies_ whose offspring are Puppies_
        Who know how to drive, but can’t walk.


Because of the habits which give them distinction
It looks like this group is soon doomed to extinction
For what they do poses no physical challenge at all.
     They sit at computers all day in their cubicles
     Then take to the streets in their four-wheel drive vehicles
     Designed to go straight up the sides of Mount Fuji
        But they won’t use the stairs at the mall.


There’s one other species that is not endearing
Who practice the method of “simply appearing”
Moochers show up at your doorstep just as you lie down.
     They have no discernable motivation
     For getting themselves to a different location
     Beyond the request_ that you go get dressed_
        And go out and drive them around.


The offshoots keep sprouting as fast as they die
Like Punkers, and Rappers, and Goths, Oh My!
But mostly our branch of the species is healthy and strong.
     Our physical progress is borne on the feats
     Of Acrobats, Dancers, and Super-Athletes
     Who put on displays_ of the fanciest ways_
        To simply keep moving along.


Remember the next time you’re feeling the drearies
You’re one of the steps in an on-going series
Of Nature’s replies to the problems she’s trying to solve.
     Of all the land-walkers since time out of mind
     You’re one of the best she has ever designed
     So jump, skip, or hop_ but bop till you drop_
        Not only will fat cells dissolve,


        You’re helping the species evolve.







                Manners of getting one place to another
                Seem to go spiral-advancing forever
                Once you start making your cells rearrange
                There is no limit to how you can change



As well as explaining the rise of bipedals
The History of Upward Mobility settles
That age-old conundrum: “Did egg or the chicken come first?”
     Before the egg yolk ever started to thicken
     It came from a creature that wasn’t quite chicken
     A new trait awoke_ and passed to the yolk_
        And out of the shell Chicken burst.


But don’t be mistaken in thinking that Man
Descended from any Orangutan
You might as well say we’re a branch of the Rhinoceros.
     The rustic precursor of simian brutes
     Was merely the trunk from which several shoots
     Grew out and diverged along separate routes
        Of which one, at least, led to us.


It’s not only substance we share with the beasts
But that which inhabits the plasm, that yeast
That primary force, that intangible essence, that mind.
     That spirit elusive that thickens the plot
     In the mightiest Whale and the smallest Zygote
     That’s there when alive and in death, is not
        Whose origin can’t be divined.


For whether Amoeba or H. Sapiens
What doesn’t show up in the microscope lens
Is what motorizes the pieces transporting themselves.
     Something directs them to do what they ought
     When action begins, it begins with a thought
     Do cells have a mind? Well I don’t see why not
        They aren’t animated by Elves.


Because life itself is so hard to define
And all explanations exist in the mind
Not even Science can pin-point the who, what, or when.
     When all of the fossils are found and displayed
     It still won’t explain how the pieces were made
     We see there is both_ Creation and Growth_
        With no clear beginning or end.


        In all living things, not just Men.


And if we can all be traced back to the cell
Perhaps then our souls have evolved just as well
Advancing in consciousness as we’ve expanded our scope.
     My guess is, the father of our modern fleet
     Was someone you really would rather not meet
     He might even think you were something to eat
        I’ll bet you he didn’t use soap.


One thing hasn’t changed since the dawn of creation
The foremost instinct is still self-preservation
Without which the tiniest molecule never would grow.
     Although this provides us the strong inclination
     To better our powers of changing location
     It also involves enough imagination
        To see just how far we can go.


As long as the problems of motion need solving
(Assuming the planet continues revolving)
If Humans don’t keep on evolving, I want to know why.
     For Man is the only one out of the whole
     To not only ponder his ultimate goal
     But sometimes it feels like this passionate soul
        Could just about sprout wings and fly.


Millions of years from now “Homo superior”
Will think our anatomy vastly inferior
By then they’ll have wings but will probably still put on airs.
     Our primitive forms will be in the museum
     And people will flock and pay money to see ’em
     And there’ll be some sects_ that refuse to accept_
        Our forms are precedent to theirs.


Unless we can look back and give proper credit
We’ll never know where our mobility’s headed
Maybe to fly, we first have to break through the shell.
     We see what we dig and we dig what we see
     When tracing the roots of the great family tree
     And find that they all, eventually
        Connect to that brave Mademoiselle,



        Our great – grand – root mother, the Cell.




© Copyright 2008, The History Of Upward Mobility, Jas Hilsdon