A little rye

Geologists reputably
discussed each genetic grain
to see the origins of evolution,
the traits of mankind.

How a speck spiralled
through their educated,
discerning hands,
and bonded like a helix
set in individual,
yet collective DNA planet glue.

(Fascinating magazine article)

Me, I examined the grains
in an old oat cracker, eager
for a similar discovery as I
buttered it up.

Then, briefly sidetracked,
unintentionally ate it,
somehow.

Sometime later, I woke up
after a nap in crumbs of doubt,
from a whole packet series
of carefully timed, controlled,
Nobel award-winning experiments.

My scientific finding: crackers
only wheaten the mind.

Oh, the sacrifices I make.