By splitting the atom, we have ****** our matter
and robbed the sun of its Promethean fire.
God help us, we are gods, and in these latter
days we'll manufacture wombs for hire

and generate a species by design
in our own image, to satisfy the whole
world's market for a race that seems more fine,
-- but can we give commodities a soul?

And further yet: our ending is to make
a blind, all-seeing universal mind
which of its own volition will remake
us into creatures of a different kind.

We never could resist such fatal magic,
for what are human beings if not tragic?



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