Diane Hine

Freshman - 2,410 Points (25 July 1956)

Aves


A polystyrene cradle, metal-clamped,
cupped a finely dimpled cream ostrich egg.
A cone of lamplight bathed latex-gloved hands,
conical glass flasks and a plain steel bench.

Two fluorescent tubes, one blinking, hung
overhead and sluiced cold light on mottled
petri dishes in trays. An olid onion
stink seeped from squat stoppered brown bottles.

The lab’s indistinct windowless walls
hazily appeared and faded in sync
with the faulty light. Puncturing the pall
two hundred glass eyes glared frozen ill-will.

A scientist gently drilled into the egg.
A hypodermic syringe rested on gauze;
quietly potent, a primed powder keg.
A hundred extinct birds poised in action, paused.

For forty days the incubator hummed.
Inside ostrich eggs, chromosomes dispatched
proteins which knitted claws and beaks that drummed
against confining slick shell cells. They hatched.

The scientist, teary-eyed and jubilant,
fussed over the chicks; the living young
of her stuffed aviary. Those birds vanquished
by Man’s misadventures, returned as One.

Genyornis gumption, the Dodo’s sweet face,
Teratorn wingspan, Elephant Bird frame,
Laughing Owl wit, Great Auk grit, Moa grace
and Haast Eagle claws like scimitar rakes.

The Demon Duck of Doom’s salvaged genes
shaped their beaks. (This waterfowl’s time was up
before humans wreaked havoc, but ideals
are flexible if ‘A Cause’ is fair and just) .

Growth hormone boosted, they shot up fast, spread
their wings, chirruped “Mother…Mother…Mother…”
Their voices ground like gravel ball bearings.
She made them pledge to always love each other.

Raised as vegetarians, they spurned
animal flesh. She told them of the plight
of birds bred for human consumption. They burned
with ire, inspired to fight for avian rights.

She read them ‘Frankenstein’. They wept and nodded.
She taught them paleontology. They passed!
Ethics, Law…. The chicks were quizzed and prodded.
They watched ‘Swan Lake’ on DVD and danced.

They learned to fly. The scientist cried. The day
had come to chirp “Goodbye…Goodbye…Goodbye…”
til only the last to hatch and fledge stayed,
nestled by her side (yet several metres high) .

Her supper was two soft boiled eggs with buttered bread.
She tapped the top of her egg with her spoon.
The chick tenderly tapped the top of her head
with its beak. “Oh I love you too, ” she crooned.

“Now, fly along (heh heh) , best get quacking.”
The chick nodded blissfully…knock…knock…knock…
Two hundred vacant glass eyes watched it thwacking.
“Get cracking? Yes, I will Mother, ” sang the Roc.

RESURRECTOR
Rise,
Empire
Skyswoopers.
Unsheathe bills and
Rapier point quills.
Rise, Empire of the Rocs.
Egg-eaters will spill;
Cracked and scooped by
The sharp spoons
Of the
Rocs.

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Bullockornis planei: the Demon Duck of Doom

Resurrector is an acrostic poem – 11 lines.
Syllable sequence is 1,2,3,4,5,6,5,4,3,2,1
Lines 1,2,10 and 11 are repeated in line 6
(Return Hexatina Refrain)

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  • Rookie - 841 Points Unwritten Soul (5/31/2013 12:05:00 PM)

    The early poem was pulling my eyes to have my lab image in my mind....i was like oh here also we need to experiment hahahahaha...but wonderful, this sound different...so Diane work! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,690 Points Valsa George (5/25/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    Your aviary is varied and splendid, and I visualize all of the exinct species take on wings and scatter over the far and distant corners of the world while the scientist mother, standing aghast and watching with a sense of gratification and a sense of sorrow over the inevitable parting! Wonderful imagination! ! Lovely! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 794 Points Thomas A Robinson (5/22/2013 1:47:00 AM)

    like always your poetry leaves leaves me disturbed, but always
    makes me think. Perhaps PH's best kept secret. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 218 Points David Wood (5/20/2013 8:15:00 AM)

    A brilliant poem Diane, I love my boiled eggs too! However, the message is clear - stop messing with nature. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 321 Points Captain Cur (5/20/2013 8:06:00 AM)

    YOU ROC and I ain't talking pheasant. Scrambled with wit,
    poached with parody, sunny side up humor, an omelet of delight.
    Loved the Resurrector finish. My pirates are at peace, for now. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Danny Draper (5/20/2013 4:37:00 AM)

    A great write, Genyornis would be proud. Emu inherited the continent. I recall the Demon Duck of Doom from a travelling Yowie exhibition in the 1990's. Extinction diminishes us all whereas sharing respectfully requires no shame, but joy at myriad diversity. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 597 Points Paul Brookes (5/19/2013 3:24:00 PM)

    Arise new borns behold the world its not changed much we're still killing off other species. Great poem about resurrection. Thanks fro sharing BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,979 Points Valerie Dohren (5/19/2013 8:17:00 AM)

    Enchanting poem. So sad that many species have become extinct. A very clever write Diane, superb. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,628 Points Douglas Scotney (5/18/2013 8:55:00 PM)

    dense and intense, Diane. The love we would have for the world if we were only conscious that we are nurturing it. (Report) Reply

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