Monkeys

Monkeys

Not exactly in a zoo. Not tame.
But out of the wilds
In a sort of captivity

Such screaming little primates
Devoid of understanding
Swinging on synthetic vines

Or whatever is available
A ceiling fan perhaps
A window furnishing

And slinging ape shit
On walls and floors
With jungle abandon

My children are the link
That Darwin dreamed of
Wholl evolve in years not eons.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006