We

"To surrender to the urgings from group selection would turn us into angelic robots — students of insects call them ants."

The ants have it. They
Don't know the meaning
Of wegotism.
We do. We argue
Over who should do

What and when to whom.
We've lost it, we two,
We everybody.
We don't speciate
By population

Anymore. We split
Apart in our heads,
In our beds, our towns,
Our kingdoms, our faiths.
Death comes. We make haste

To appoint someone
To wear a black robe
Or sport a third eye
To act out the part,
Death, proud for our sake.

We can't agree who
Will have to survive
Long enough to say
Who will be assigned
Judge and jury then.