Clash Poem by John Prophet

The clash.
Biology
calling the
shots.
Moving the
animal.
Moving the
animal in
the intended
direction.
Coding irresistible
forces, forcing
compliance.
Intricate dimensions
to the process.
Process of
control.
Planting the
seed of
irresistibility.
The scent,
the look,
the sound,
the movement.
All, finely
tuned.
Finely tuned for
maximum results.
Millions of
years in
the making.
Love, affection,
what to make
of love and
affection?
Surly different.
Beautiful things.
Things to
cherish.
Things to
hold close.
Things that
make life worth
living.
Things that
help control
the process,
grease
the skids,
move things
along.
Generation
to generation.
The subtlest
control of
all.