Evolution Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When men come to live in space
They will forsake religion.
Like a two year old
Refusing to suckle his
Mother’s breast,
They will learn to breathe
In the atheistic void
Realizing they will never reach her,
For she is still young and
Forever running away
From her heart.
They will have no use
For modern transportation,
But will walk around aimlessly
On foot and be tricked by the sweltering
Mirages,
Thirsty nomadic bachelors who
Fiercely defend their territory,
The airless acreage
Between the forest fire
Of stars;
So if they come upon a stranger,
They fight like feather-light pugilists,
Their lungs starving for air and liquor,
Not understand how anything
Could come towards them,
Even the smallest gravitational mass
Recreating time’s memory in them,
Her lips and eyes blooming like
A nebula’s newly born solar system.
Refusing to admit she is near,
They fight like saber-tooth tigers
Ending life in the volcanic savannah,
Tearing away the voice from the
Breathless air
To reclaim peace in their space.