All the broken twigs of the chromosomes
Lie uselessly in the cemetery now;
Fallow ground of the a, c, t, g:
Though once they could spell with emotion,
Assemble in symmetry, exude gracefulness-
Now they are mute, fingers over stilled lips-
No whisper, no stirring, no thought.
Now alphabet soup; now toxic dumping ground
Of chemicals mixing in an early ocean,
Due for delivery, to entirely new worlds-
With love, from the rocks of an ancient one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful thought provoking poem, Patti, The DNA is still there.So many stupid geneticist think they will uncode the mystery of life. Life is so much more than mere DNA. We do need it, and it may have a marked influence on our lifes But iti is just one of the billions of life determining events. I love the spirit in which this poem was written.