I was taught the gospel By an engineer who designed me by example Singing hymns of evolution In which children weigh their measure On scales that held their fathers And spend every worthy moment Calling out their numbers To the butcher selling them by the pound
I tipped the scale, but I was sold To feed the growing hunger In a marketplace for the ones too tough to eat But fit to drink until they were floating I became a swimmer While drowning in the womb Grew gills to drink the oxygen like wine
Praise the restless stirring in my soul Praise the endless turning of my eyes Praise the darkness coveting the light Praise the revelation
