Teeth and Claws and Rock

Sparrow thaw predicts
prawn claws, the things
they tarried with
to convince themselves
that vagaries are cagy 
enough to ensure their
evasion of the spotlight,
as passive choices ring
the massive voices to
say, help, it is an emergent
sea. That's how life started,
not sure of itself but hungry,
unready for the air but thirsty,
not a contradiction, not a 
set of organic hypocrisis
(nor crises) and prepared
to live nastier and more
brutish than that which
never lived.