Petri Dish

Evolve, He had commanded, and we have.
From puddles to the trenches of the ocean,
our tiny blunders as we split and halve
enabling each quaint and silly notion
of what life is, or could be, as we fail,
we die, to make it possible for others,
and as we pummel, trash about, and flail,
to chose the most adapted of our brothers,
with just one goal in mind: please pass it on,
continue our existence in some shape.
We pray for prey, and often, preyed upon,
while praying for an imminent escape,
we wonder, is that really all there is?
Evolve, He said. The man was such a tease.