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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