0375 Season Of Mists And Merry Mythfulness Poem by Michael Shepherd

You…leave…the…
Pennsylvania classroom at a
quarter to four..
leaving all your Bio. notes
for checking, at the door…

With exquisite timing, a Pennsylvania judge
has ruled that the wonders of biology, as
revealed by the dissection of neatly-pinned frogs
and suchlike squeamy miracles of internal packaging
so cleverly evolved by, uh, ‘Darwinian evolution’,
must not mention - no, not just God, as
Creator - heaven forfend - but even
‘divine intervention’ - like some ‘hey, stop the show
right there! ’, as the alternative to
‘Darwinian evolution’ - so called, by the way, because
it’s only a theory anyway, not yet
a proven law – it’s just a kinda myth..and
with nasty Emperor’s-clothes, whizz kid, questions
sticking their hand up in the classroom –

‘Please, if it all started from two whatsits getting together,
who made the whatsits, and, who made the law that helped this
evolution to evolve? ’…

So, since we’re in the world of myth, which
is said to be the wishes of mankind
formulated into glorious dreams
of might-have-been – then can we give
some thought to alternatives?

No 1 on the list is surely
Santa Claus – that jolly, kindly man who one year
maybe thought it would be fun
to create, simultaneously,
some really super presents, and of course,
someone to give them to – it’s called
a symbiotic relationship – and Santa’s grotto
became – hey presto - the Garden of Eden!

and just to make the whole caboosh more fun, he
added a special family-sized Christmas present –
a Christ to go with Christmas – or
as Shakespeare might have said,
giving to these airy nothings of a dream
a substance and a local habitation…and
thus without much of a hitch, we could re-direct
our prayers and praise to Holy Father Christmas –
I mean, we’re halfway there already…what
are you praying for this Giftmas?

Or, since the other myth that everyone accepts
is the world of science fiction,
and historically, although
Darwin didn’t really follow this one up,
random evolution by its very nature, throws up ‘mutants’
which many children believe in, even more and longer
than Santa Claus..

So just suppose we do a little
re-naming here, and following up the story
that Mary was abducted as a child by cultyTemplars
and brought up by them, say she gave birth to
a rather highly evolved
Holy Mutant? A sorta non-divine intervention, or
Unintelligent Design? It’s an
elegant solution, as mathematicians say –
balancing all the very apparent throwbacks among human kind
with the odd throwforward?

And thus, there’s a fair chance
that in x years’ time, the human race will all have caught up
with the Holy Mutant…a kinda happy ending, in its way.

So how’s that go down with you, Judge,
on this your Judgment Day?
And a very happy Mutantmas to you too.