A poem...

DNA strands unfurling.
Man-mouse together curling.
What possessed that far gone era
to create such a strange chimera?
Twentieth century genetics:
were those proponents heretics?
Was it their station to mess with Creation?
Genetic manipulation to make a Brave New Nation.
Was Mankind alerted that rodent would be inserted
into the gene pool? No.That wasn’t cool.
Gene insertion – long term cures.
What cost in later years?
They called it advancement
but was it enhancement?
Taking us in forward motion
or backward to the ocean?
Tay Sachs and such, now no more,
But through that open door
came another infection,
escaping detection.
Ongoing repercussions.
No global discussions.
Governments deploying forces.
Gaining others’ natural resources.
Too busy, too much vanity
to bother about humanity.
Then stem cell research at a price.
Bits of Man in bodies of mice.
What of species integrity?
This was beyond credulity.
Human embryo in mouse womb?
Imagine the baby boom.
Science had run out of control.
Time for a public poll.
But was Mankind alerted
that rodent would be inserted
into the gene pool?
No. That wasn’t cool.

‘So are we Man or mouse?’
 You wail.
‘Both’ I reply with a swish of tail.
‘And… a bit of louse.

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