Morality Or Mutation - Poem by Philip Housiaux
Into lives false prophets amble
posing: villains or nature’s gamble?
Eggs cosmic radiation’s banquet
cruel near death doses of rads
and no ethics committee etiquette -
should sperm and egg thrash, sad.
From germ cell mutations grown
men who are not men as known
but distillate of man’s own
essence of us all, extremes
racial guidance, all that’s been
even, all of the good and the bad.
A brain grown of flies eyes, monstrous
ghastly sighted teratomas.
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