Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

The Holy Grail - Poem by Slava Olchevski

The quest for the Holy Grail is over
I reveal to the entire human race
It is not something you put on a table
Not a cup, a chalice and not a vase

Divine providence that we call evolution
Was able to come with a final solution
It created a vessel, we all can agree
Has served its purpose to a perfect degree

It is a beautiful human body
That contains the Divine Spirit within
We call it the soul, the magical element
A God-like creature in animal skin

I am so excited that body of mine
Is not better monkey, but of God’s design
I’m not just a piece of some cheap meat
I am a Homo sapiens, God Damn it!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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