[David Callin]

Now, satisfactorily grounded,
let us be candid:
this brain we have exceeds
our most immediate needs
and will do for ages yet,
but we are not sages yet.
Later,
the sonata,
the Gothic cathedral,
the police procedural.
Pregnant with these dormancies,
we step out of the friendly trees
onto the wide savannah
as new prey, new predator,
imperfectly upright and afraid:
let's get warm; let's get fed; let's get laid.