Darwin's Painting

Darkly sweating, sultry secrets
Blues and greens without color
Fairies fly, with fine honed fury
A film Noir clicking, sounds of mother

Wet woods dripping, leaves of love
Choking, uncombed, manes of moss
Natures’ hell-bent, heaving, breast
Swirling mist, and all the rest

Creatures live, and creatures perish
Maslow’s hierarchy, it never varies
Demented desires, a desperate dash
They tried, they died, they did their best

They run weeping, so death afraid
The blood of innocents, slowly seeping
So very rich and ruby red
Brutally ballistic, the hunger fed

God believes in Darwin’s painting
The labyrinth still stands, slowly gaining
They faint, they fade, they fail, they fall
Angelic, chaste, clean and crimeless