Intelligence is not part of Evolution

 

 

          I am looking at the bottom of an empty beer glass -

          Once alive with the fine taste of logger

          tiny bubbles rising -

          white, frothy foam atop the amber liquid.

 

          Now empty.

          Gone.  Like the ways of Life itself -

          in the blink of an eye - or in the fading reverberant tone

          of a belch.

 

          All is quiet now.

          Desperate men living tormented lives

          sink quietly into their sofas -

          Aproned wives in distant kitchens

          dream of romance

          and examine choices past.

           

          The canned laughter from a TV sitcom

          spills out onto the carpet

          and lays as brainless as it was at birth.