Memento Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

A finch made it, or the giant tortoise
Even the beagle among the giants
Every extinction left some survivors
Mutating life forms, weeds and planktons
Bubbling in mystery that Darwin
questioned in the cloudy Galapagos
His treatise among its flaws

A complete chance,
Life, et al, it must be to breathe
Or leave descendants safer among
The rising rubble of hate
Not among species any more

This moment like a memento must
Ascribe, to merely be
Not a relic from the ancient being
Sleeping among the Pharaohs
Life's emoluments, in simple pitchers
Or just the calm embalmment

Maybe the values for the children will pass
Not mere genes but feelings
Not bare feelings but care
That must be for a hundred other reason
Not a personal trophy
To be cast like in the valley
Of The Kings and Queens
Drooling in the dead sands of eternity