Design
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.
Robert Frost
My Improv-
What Humans are Designed for
Survival of the fit, the fittest, and the pretty,
The un-sourced mouth to say.
The non-webbed hands and toes help
humans drown because some can't swim
in the storm of needle pricked words.
The stubbled legs drive away the tension
of males' and females' breathing hard.
Humans are layered, starting with bones
strengthened by the breast of a mother.
Progress by phases start at the first
bike wreck that scabbed the gut suit.
The gut protecting suit so far advanced
in technology it heals in time, and
recycles skin into dust.
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