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.
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