Darwin Walkin’

Darwin walkin’ down the hall
his arm gripped by the wing of a pigeon
Beagle-sized
His prize for being patient
In the lands of the tortoise
Who sold his life for glory
In the ship of the queen
Dawn of the wind

The captain alone remains
Hi mate has not arrived
From the halls where oliver twist dwelled
And never will
But he has eyes set fixed on Eramus grandseed
the spawn of species is near
within the wrinkled forehead walls
that February 12 were Darwin called
on the dawn of the wind

the shipp sun following
arrived to the sunset of the tortoise
delicate but ate the spines
of the cactus plant