…and so, what the heck, two more recent poems:
The Human Genome Project
They decoded us, then
trademarked the parts.
In green, tended tanks,
suspended in nourishing brine.
Eyes, ears. Kidneys. Small, bobbing cocks:
replacements for factory fittings
ersatz and not nearly as smart.
By Order of the President
Find the reagent
break the spell
There’s still an outside chance
in your secret lab
Pls. advise on yr. progress
time is over and out.
© 2011 Cliff Burns (All Rights Reserved)