Devolution Poem by Arik Fletcher

Devolution



Falling out of nature’s plan,
Creatures not worthy of sight,
Given more than they could need,
Seeking out another fight,

Crawling out across the world,
Creatures not worthy of speech,
Granted more than they deserve,
Grasping for what’s out of reach,

Breaking out of every line,
Creatures not worthy of breath,
Gifted more than other beasts,
Racing on towards their death.

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