No worthy builder ever lets it slip:
They craft creation's image, aping self.
If self's an ape, then knout that beast and whip
The creature 'till it cringes on your shelf.
The jars are filled with pickled error, tools
And samples studied under microscopes.
Your pet observes the play you make in pools
With petri dishes, life itself. No hope
For animals like these, you let them fight
For nutrients. The exit's never found.
Your stupid pet observes your work, delights
In play you call your study; though its bound
To live inside a dish as well—you're bored
With all creation, though they call you Lord.
"The national poll found that Americans plan to vote for Republicans over Democratic candidates by 50 percent to 44 percent. This is an edge that will likely give Republicans dozens of seats in the House and significant gains in the Senate."
—Reuters, Mon Nov 1, 2010 2:12pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6A03X520101101
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4 comments:
Nice Sonnet, I've been dabbling with the Petrarchan form lately but haven't managed to clinch it yet.
I must admit though that I'm a bit confused by this metaphor: Is the public the builder of edifice or are they the beast within the petri dish?
Well expressed nonetheless!
Creator as scientist. Reflections & reflections.
I love it. Read it repeatedly. Not from ignorance but from admiration. Great work, sir.
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