Mate Choice
You didn’t ask me to marry you in words,
your arms thick as branches
kept me to you. Blocking me in.
I told you marriage was Darwin’s joke,
dismissing us, what we could become.
Pleased at how clever I was.
We would have birthed a master race,
produced strong and hairy kids,
they would have saved the earth from drowning.
I would like to save the earth from drowning,
giving in to my ancestors, we would
have raced with our invisible hooves to the end of the world.
I feed seas with my genes, when oceans rise
fish feed when I die.
I would have liked to save the Earth from drowning.
Jessica Mookherjee is a poet from Wales, all over London and now Kent. She has poems published in Ink,Sweat and Tears, Antiphon, Agenda, Prole, Interpreter’s House, The Journal, Amaryllis, Gold Dust and The Poetry Shed.