I raced with a monkey on the moon,
but the dust got in our eyes.
So we traded weightless smalltalk,
jousted with our lies.
Though he was monkey proud and male,
there came a reaching out as friends.
The lies gave way to mutual trust
on which all friends depend.
He spoke of evolution,
and if I'd lend an ear,
he'd prove to me that apes were not
the first of us sent here.
He told me of a human race
from which he had evolved,
said Darwin wasn't really wrong,
he'd left it just half-solved.
He said:
' Cruelty is the bane of man
as onward he exists,
but acknowledgement is not the way,
hypocrisy persists.
That fault of man, is simply he,
is ever doomed to fail,
for he seeks too many answers;
there is no Holy Grail.
A universal spiral is spinning in the null;
man will come, and he will go:
My eyes?
Do you see the cull?'