Anthropology


Let the gentleness and the garrulous unite
In a merger of mirth and mythology
Let both solemnity and satiricon take flight
From the dawn of a new anthropology

We are terrorized by the idea of power
We resist the very thought of dominion
Yet life is made beside a garden bower
And grown men cry when cutting an onion

We are terrorized by the sight of the poor
Hit by photographs of starving babies
A sense of charity we have for sure
But first we must buy and sell the rubies

The Darwinian version takes the mickey
Charles by any other name will be King
And I heard, his grandfather the monkey
Cherished the meaning of the word Swing
 

Roma, 16 10 2007