As 
we speak two scientists kneel before 
the cloned cerebral cortex of a dictator
the cloned cerebral cortex of a dictator
who 
at birth demanded his umbilical cord 
be 
preserved and encased for exhibit, 
so 
that when his people became his people 
they 
could see even he once needed someone, 
which 
divines him power in a post-Darwinian, 
semi-random 
selection sort-of-way, an elephant
squashing a dung beetle during an oblivious trot
toward the lion’s den: an unconvincing analogy
at best, but delivered with the eerie resolve
of a man who’d skin someone alive
for an answer certainly begotten otherwise
(a trait these scientists will chalk up
squashing a dung beetle during an oblivious trot
toward the lion’s den: an unconvincing analogy
at best, but delivered with the eerie resolve
of a man who’d skin someone alive
for an answer certainly begotten otherwise
(a trait these scientists will chalk up
to 
historical climate, an itchy uniform,
and 
a haunting suspicion that life springs from 
and 
returns to a vast, mechanical nothingness).
 
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