NeanderthalLeg bone yields DNA secrets of man’s Neanderthal ‘Eve’
Times 8th August 08
I mark the cost of creation:
detritus binned by the poet,
Screwed up scraps of paper tossed aside, till the forged art
emerged on the page. The wordsmith
satisfied with her imprint.
It was good.
Is this how it was in the beginning?
Dust of the earth modelled and
remodelled till Alpha male emerged
in the Creator’s image.
Announced it very good.
Left the wastage to slow extinction
unevolved. Not to reach the Omega point.
Detritus doomed to endless death.
Is there no salvation
for the lost tribe? Pity
stirs the heart
to prayer for the one gene, maybe,
dormant in this human frame.