Dolly the SheepA Poem by discombobulateDestruction is a form of creationWhich one is the flesh? Double-image; bottled man sprouting in glass tube full of fluid and gas and hair follicles Basic skeletal formation: stem cell growing tissue and lung and neurons. Birth is as easy as filling a sack with chemicals. He sits before them almost-twins. One is shapeless and gnarled Holding onto Death’s sleeve The other; Brand spanking new, All teeth in neat rows Personality tangled in the grip of fingers “I want more than anything to live forever and be remembered as the man I was, not the man I am now” ("I love you and I love you and I love you I love you whole, I love you sick, I love you diseased, I love you rich And though this person has Your memories I Did not travel with him I Did not laugh with him I Did not cry with him I Don’t know him at all, this cold and bloodless counterpart.") © 2013 discombobulate |
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