Dear Dr Frankenstein by Jericho Brown
I, too, know the science of building men
Out of fragments in little light
Where I'll be damned if lightning don't
Strike as I forget one
May have a thief's thumb,
Another, a murderer's arm,
And watch the men I've made leave
Like an idea I meant to write down,
Like a vehicle stuck
In reverse, like the monster
God came to know the moment
Adam named animals and claimed
Eve, turning from heaven to her
As if she was his
To run. No word he said could be tamed.
No science. No design. Nothing taken
Gently into his hand or your hand or mine,
Nothing we erect is our own.
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Emulating the theme and rhythm of Jericho Browns poem, on creation
Dust and Dirt
Ash Wednesday made my head spin
Remember, man, that thou art dust
Had I forgotten?
No, but sin
It makes one feel so rotten
You think its all right with me if Im just dirt
And then the priest says thatand
That soul inside hollers out, But Im not!
And you walk outside, and feel sun on the face
How does any of this make sense? This place
Created by man, city of man
And yet here I am, exiled and called back
At the same time
Like spirit and flesh
At the same time
Cities, towers, buildings, concrete, wires
Birds, sky, sun, trees
Breeze
Competing
For my attention
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Other poem about getting older:
Growing Older
The things that used to matter dont now so much
The things you used to pass by, now make you stop and watch
The thoughts that used to race through the mind are gone now
The thoughts that linger come from a time pasthow?
Growing older, getting older
Life is like one big long day that never ends
But now Im wondering what happens when it ends.
