In the beginning was the end,
Bio-diverted,
A mistake an outside chance,
And it grows legs and head,
Not quite so elegant or cute to say the least,
Cave, brutish, bumps
'Man Creates Life' in the papers it reads,
Does it have a spirit?
Can it think?
What morals have we learnt?
To create a thing to poke and prod,
Alone, frightened, survival is what it thinks,
Are we God?
'What does it eat?' someone asks,
'Grass, grass is what it eats!'
Still judgement may be born out,
For man might be on the menu,
The world is truly upside down,
It might as well be flat,
Round impossible you must be daft,
Let nature decide,
For in the beginning was the end.


by Jon Gershon