Intelligent Designs

The biologists I hear are pitching the crapshoot as established.
But how is one to gainsay half a century in the halls of memory
And sense? I once heard an ambulance in Paris playing Scarlatti,
Once heuristically danced my way, in the space of half a second,
From the shape of the word “pleurisy” to an early Disney film.
And then there are the creative doings of Fulbright, my schnauzer.
He chomps on his chew toy; it goes squeak-squeak-squeak
In tones that suggest alarm. Later, in the bathtub, I recall
The music of nearly-genuine alarm that it resembles.
There’s the image so often recalled in color. Anthony Perkins
Rips back that shower curtain, starts beating time in blood.