non est creata natus est

by Juleigh Howard-Hobson

That’s not ancestors singing in your veins.

It’s us. Do you hear me? I said it’s us

In your blood. We made you. Out of other

Things besides your ‘parents’. Dead virus strains,

DNA copied from illustrious

Examples of perfect life forms and /or

What you consider gods. That’s what we made

You from. We took a cell, improved it first

Organelle by organelle, with handpicked

Molecules, from the best atoms. We played

With combinations and we interspersed

Some random groupings until everything clicked

With the last carbon hydrogen chlorines…

And you divided. Thirty trillion times.


Juleigh Howard-Hobson’s poetry has appeared in scores of journals, including Polu Texni, Coffin Bell, Star*Line, and the 2018 & 2020 Rhysling Anthology (Science Fiction Poetry Association). Her fifth poetry collection is the Elgin-nominated Our Otherworld (Red Salon Press). Noms: Pushcart, Best of the Net, Rhysling, Elgin.

Poetry by Juleigh Howard-Hobson:

"Darwin Never Sailed Up There" October 2020
"Address to Young Pioneers" October 2020
"non est creata natus est" October 2020

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