Happy Five-Oh PZHappy 50th Birthday to everybody's favorite champion of cephalopod sexuality and scourge of Creationist nimrods everywhere! That's right, PZ Myers of Pharyngula fame turns fifty today and the blogosphere is having a party. Everyone's invited!

PZ asked for poems for his birthday, and not being the creative type, I'm going to cheat and present a little poem about (personal) Evolution that I like by Sharmagne Leland-St. John (after the fold). And since it'd be rude to show up at a party without bringing anything, you can imagine I brought some delicious stuffed squid.

Evolution
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

I swim near summer shadows
glide over dappled shoals
keeping to the fluid shallows
reminiscent of the womb
where I learned to swallow
gulps
of tantalising air

in the amniotic sac
where I shed scales
preferring skin and
hanks of auburn hair
upon my head
where I dispensed
with fins and gills
grew hands and feet
with which to tread
and push away
from muddy banks

I've no desire to wallow
in the rushes

no human need

the thin sharp reeds
knot and tangle
cut and pierce
my derma layer

I can dance
below the surface
upon the rocky sand
I shall dangle near
the river bottom
suspended, floating free
like the embryo
I used to be.

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