Diane Hine Poems
A deviation split our primate past
and catalysed the rise of modern man.
Inquirers scan a triple epoch span
to piece together how it came to pass:
A sentry's vision, thanks to an upright stance,
a language sharp enough to share a plan,
a hoard of weapons tooled by strong-thumbed hands
and fire, the coup de grâce, the master blast.
But one essential foible antecedes
this suite of skills and moved us to escape
our cousins' fate: an unappeasable need
and will to engineer our future state.
Inherent restiveness sufficed to seed
triumphant man, the ...
Photons lacerate the air in waves of ev'ry hue,
plunging through successfully except for burning blue.
Motes of dust and water drops play cricket with blue balls,
weaving veils of endless blue in vast concentric shawls.
When the rays are vertical they drill through skin and bone,
drain all sheen from vibrant green, steal water from dry stone.
Then all life is forced to heed light's power to subdue.
The mantle of the victor is a fire of flaming blue.