Inside this worldly lost & found;

sometimes silence, sometimes sound:

I hear, on the radio, what Man can do

with the nature of me, the savagery of you,

discussing evolution & embryonic design,

of Man crossing yet another ethical line,

presupposing that this should never be;

that messing with nature carries an unknown fee,

though the basis for this opinion is out of joint

among those who don't see the obvious point;

that Man is nature, never outside of it;

that all we do is natural, and cosmologically fit

So no matter what the unenlightened may state,

we're nature, we're Cosmos – so just you wait!

We're evolution, trying, as always, something new;

the demise of dinosaurs cleared the way for me & you

Those feeling that we're not nature, but outside, above,

represent the Great Ignorance; the Dumb-eyed Holy Cow,

because it's natural, whatever people may do;

we're nature, from neurons in brains to smelly poo:

Cadillacs, Putin & Dylan, Bob;

our sense of time, the smell of a slob;

nuclear war, a winding staircase;

the supermarket, the summer, satin & lace;

all belonging to the nature of it all,

and we're all part of that, whether we rise or fall

There's nothing unnatural in a natural universe,

no matter what the radio says, for better or worse