A manufacturing fault, I heard!

A manufacturing fault, I heard!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Everyone expired on the family tree
as we all had
those DNA strands
that would hang us
in the end,
strangled to death, caught
dangling from our own ancestry
while waiting for
the manufacturer’s recall
from the yard called Heaven.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Everything about our lives is preordained ... one look at the DNA and the geneticist knows what we are predisposed to! No more mystery!

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

indeed yes Mrudula our script is written before we begin our lives.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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