Chimera
With three arms and four legs,
a face that's disfigured and small,
he crouches compliant
and strokes the electrodes.
The men in white lab coats are smiling.
They treat him just like an amoeba,
poking and prodding his body
with needles and probes.
A subject for scrutiny under a microscope,
there's no humanity fueling his bones, he's bizarre.
Bioethicists say: 'He's a man with a soul!'
but what price a soul if you're born in a jar?
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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