Ape At The Assembly Line Poem by Jesse Ellsbury

Out of the primordial swamp emerged,
among the trees and pubic ferns,
an organism devoid of form,
a leathery creature trapped by words.
Documented in history,
chained by humanoid labels
known to us as only fables.
We’ve heard about that creature
who stepped out of the slime,
its eyes were sealed and blind
as it vibrated with a cry
to one day leave its mom behind,
when it’s grown enough to climb
up the corroded mountainside,
pushed out of the fishy brine,
before long it has grown a spine,
and although it knows not why,
it is employed to be confined,
an isolated, dead enzyme,
a primate that’s been lost in time,
with no strength outside its mind,
and just a signature to sign
as it is wined and dined and fined,
hominid and squid entwined,
an ape at the assembly line.