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.
Top marks certainly for your thoughts and use of language. I enjoyed your use of rhyme though I found the uneveness of the pattern a little disconcerting. Keep writing and I will enjoy reading. Irene
Man's identity seems the key word of this poem. Then many people like produce monsters, for aggressivity. And, always, because are afraid of natural identity.
intriguing writing Philip Loved your use of words/ Language eveolves overages but it is apparently devolving at the present day.I am an old fashioned formalist and very proud of my vocabulary and my ability to rhyme and use meter. I think that the presnt free form writing is just a passing phase ivor
Interesting subject matter in this one Philip, and a great title, I found it quite deep and meaningful, Lynda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whoa, alot to digest in this one. I'm not sure I fully understand all of it, but I do really love the combination of words. I definately see the duality of the scientific disease vs the moral constructs we put up. The last line is perfect also. Great stuff, I'll have to check out more of your work. Check out my stuff if you get a chance