The Shampoo Verses—February, 2008

Nature holds no grudge.
Fortunate organisms
Make it through the sieve.

Societies form
Where many can do better
Than few can alone.

Complexity builds
But the sieve wants not to change.
The sieve doesn't care.

We care and we change.
We work, growing the sieve's holes.
Now the weaker pass.

Sterilize the heads.
Lather away all our sins.
Outlive nature's way.

But beware our fight.
And heed funny metaphor—
The Shampoo Verses

Wet hair, lather, rinse.
And so goes, of course, our lives.
History repeats.

~ topher