Poem: "Unintelligent Design"
This poem was from the February 5, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. It came from prompts by Shirley Barrette and janetmiles. It has been sponsored by janetmiles. You can read more about evolution, intelligent design, and Occam's Razor online.
Unintelligent Design
There are clues, if you pay attention,
indications that the world was not made,
that nature is just an incredibly complex kludge,
hints written deep in the human body.
It's there in the knees,
quadrupeds turned to bipeds,
cartilage that becomes coarse
and then frays away grain by grain
until the ends of the bones grate together.
Somewhere a woman is lying in bed with a new knee,
thinking, "I really want to go home."
It's there in the eyes,
clear lenses that warp and thicken,
becoming opaque in spots
or veils over the whole surface,
until the light fades away like evolution in reverse:
detail to shape to color to shades of gray
to darkness.
Somewhere a man is sitting alone with his trifocals,
wishing there were someone to yell at him.
If God made all this,
then the logical conclusion
is that God is an ignoramus
who clearly failed bioengineering.
Occam's Razor slices through the knotty argument
and declares that, no, there probably isn't any
guiding force behind life on Earth --
only evolution, blind and lame.