A Grave New World
In the lab.
They’ve been doing things in test tubes
In the lab that would make you shudder
And soon like cars with oil changes and lubes
We’ll be clones or ships without a rudder.
Embryos are now stored and frozen
For genetic copies in the future
The sex and number can be chosen
And implanted at a time to suit you.
The mind boggles at the countless possibilities
And how the cloning techniques are being refined
And to have the facilities to discard disabilities
And create a new species that are clearly defined.
Independent of sexual reproduction
Evolution and natural selection too
A future society engineered by deduction
Unnatural species with futures untried or true.
Creation of a new class of surrogate mother
Used only as a career-embryo producer
The selection of a new sister or brother
As unnatural as an electrical transducer.
But in nature down among the geckos
The virgin birth is not a very big deal
Females don’t need a male for you knows
And don’t have to go through the messy ordeal.
So will we be men or mice or lizards
Produced by selection in tubes in the lab
By professors resembling wizards
And not be people but a selective prefab.
©
David Rudder
2022
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