We are the dark deniers, let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp,
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp,
And from the planted womb the man of straw.
--from "The Boys of Summer"
It is a tremendous regret of mine that we weren't able to devote an entire month to celebrating the Welshman--our Dylan Thomas+ Crazy Dick Weeklong Interpretive Extravaganza hardly scratched the surface of his fathomless work. Anyway, this illustration should go a long way toward repairing that deficit: here we have a planted womb that has sprouted a baby tree, while the clever occupant of said womb offers up the classic anti-evolution straw man: if humans are descended from worms, then why can't I regenerate my hoe-chopped wang? Indeed! Illustrious refutation!