REVIVAL: An pelagic awakening

	Blue skies & salty air revive
	memories ancient times whun
	scales covered our skins and
	fingers were once fins

	No clouds came from smoke-stacks
	err styrofoam cups littered any bays

	No fish nets trailed through waters –
	just the primal silence
	of sleek predators seeking prey

	Now as microchips calculate
	the value of all things
	& life is harvested mechanically
	something in my blood
	yearns fer the Paleozoic

	O primal rapture!
	Can we experience you again?

	What happened ta our gills?
	Where are our fins?
	Why aren't we in the ocean again?


Soo: 	 Dare's somedingu fishy about dis poem . . .

Elijah:  It's basically a call to primitivism.

Andrei:  Well, turning zhe biological clock 385 million years is a bit too primitive for me.

Jules: 	 Tu parles! If we permit World War III to happen the clock will go back even further.


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from _Let the waters be my witness: Messages about our watery world_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY:  Some thoughts about genetic memory and human evolution.
KEYWORDS: genetic memory, human evolution, Paleozoic age, Blue Earth, environmental poetry, ocean memory, evolution, pollution, and human engineering, Ne

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 1999 in Táoyuán, Táiwān / Finished: 2024 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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