Cowboy Genetics
"Yippee-kai-yay," and cry "Eureka!"
showdown with the fabric matrix,
no more reason to be weaker
in a tumbleweed of strife.
Let us tinker, let us fiddle,
modify the doggone atoms,
cut the piggy from the middle,
quick draw with the splice of life.
Make it beter, make it stronger,
more resilient than coyotes,
make longevity last longer,
kicking nature in the head.
It's darn tootin', keen and peachy,
we're the cowboys of creation,
paraphrasing Friedrich Nietzsche:
"Hasta la vista, God is dead."
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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