Anthology

Evolution

Phil Swenson

for all the words you will never read
and all the thoughts you will never see,
these are my best.
if it all ended tonight
and the world stopped turning
would you feel sorry?
or grateful?
to be rid of me
the sweetest thorn in your side
the itch you love to scratch
the thought that brings you down,
to reality.

it wakes me from my slumber.

i can’t live without the dream
of something more
of something magical.
the clarity is sad and simple:
just a man no longer ape
he is more than my ancestor
he is my evolution.