A Toast Related Poem by Andy Brookes

Swinging through the family tree
well there's you and me and Bobo makes three
watching through zoo bars, wide faced and hairy
innocentyet related to me contrary
eating grapes he looks for all the world ancestral
with black fingers curled only slightly beastial
with such delicacy he peels each one
his eyes intelligentglinting obsidian
tracing our roots we dig deep
all the generations stir from sleep small tiny crumbs
we are related except for my opposable thumbs.
some say we are descended from an ape
but few changes in our genetic tape.
I suppose we could be chums I and this gorilla
and toast each other with foaming sarsaparilla.