Laboratory Babies

The human female carries offspring within.
There are caves to ascend to, boulders to descend,
buttons to press, syringes and specimens.
Hold my jaw.
The aliens are like scientists without ethics.
Does any scientist have ethics?
The race must be won.
Like your Christian masters (or the scientists).
Olive oil lamps or solar lanterns.
Rocket ships that burn.
The sundowns often blend red and purple.
A crate of maple syrup from Earth sits in the shadows.
It's a luxury.
People argue over it.
At night, the lantern glow makes us ancient.
We want for food and sex and sleep.
Our dreams turn, the vertigo makes us sick.

What wars convince people of - is amazing.
This is the war . . . this is the war.
The wars against ourselves.
We dwell out there and hope with our children,

they are born of the laboratory, they bear the burden

of the falsehoods and the unknowns.

They sleep on couches in game rooms.

Copyright © 2011 by E.B. Buckett.