Feeble End

On an ancient shore three or four
million years ago, a meteor hit
or lightening blast, a real point of beginning,
amino acids are forged into protein slurry

before there’s a thinker with the wits
to name it a protein - or a slurry,
maybe it was an enzyme without a name,
or a hormone, or a sea shell.

The slurry grows to a stream with rivulets
trickling off to disappear in the sand.
The slurry-stream continues into a river
where the slurry gets lumpy, still rivulets

trickle off to pedestrian ends.
Lumpy thinkers spring up
in the lumpy-slurry-river, they name
other lumps in the slurry, and organize

them to categories. Slurries, lumps,
and thinkers with the same point of beginning,
and soon enough they trickle off
to a feeble end on the beach.