Darwinian Denouement Poem by Monos Unalos

Reading the Utne Reader earlier
I came across interesting facts:
Kites on ships to provide motion,
Simple spikes in Darwin’s tracks.
For what can be considered natural
In this day and age
When flesh beings live in towers,
Steel and framed like dauntless cage.
And yet if all this sheilded marrow
Were to return to oak and mud,
Would this not be just like a sparrow
Flying north at winter’s thud?
What then can be considered
At this present time to be
The right path of form and order
By which man is actually,
Except perhaps the recognition
Of our place in nature
And the subsequent cognition
That this knowledge will indenture:
Man must learn to live at peace,
In a subtle trust,
With machines and life and nature
Or else dissolve like sterile dust