Figure D21 SOUP
Now to another beach, far harsher than
A bow of crystal sand and ocean blue.
The noisome shores of Earth, long before Man:
See in the ruddy clays a rancid stew
Of polymers, stirred and mixed anew,
By steaming tides and radiations scour’d.
See! There! A lipid membrane splits in two,
Precipitates like curd in milk that’s sour’d,
And all its rival molecules are soon devour’d.