HUBRIS

HUBRIS

Our heads have grown so big that we

want to one-up nature by climbing

into the creator/evolution’s seat

ourselves.  Half human/half robot?

Adding letters to our DNA?

Our  scarlet petticoat is showing,

discounting  and gambling our precious

humanity and creativity, our  struggle

to  actualize our love, and nurture that

with which we were uniquely born.

Oh power-hungry one in the lab, it

is our lives and our grandchildren’s

that you want to gamble with!  Nurture

nature!  Surely there are sufficient

challenges in  our own back yard.  Crossed

fingers may not work for you, taking all

that we hold dear with you.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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6 Responses to HUBRIS

  1. grumpygorman says:

    very poignant.. I really like it. Nothing more elaborate to share at this time. 🙂

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