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Cloned

by Rula Shin


mirrored gaze, a
wide-eyed wince,
jaw dropped…
(hers or mine?)

“who are you?” I say

“who are YOU?” the reply

in the name of "love" and "hope"
philanthropy’s cruel joke,
the reflection stares back at me now
in wonder and uncertainty
as I, in chair, long ago numbed

“You don’t walk do you?” she says

my terrified eyes
in ‘seeing’
widen (her gaze!)…

“No, I can’t” the reply

she grins with my mouth as
I breathe through hers,
hardly profound, we are
chromosome-bound

“I know who I am” I say

“I know who I am” the reply

in pursuit of life everlasting
machines mine their cells
and death 'deceive',
maps copied and coded,
identity distorted to
perfection tainted!

if here I am to die
and she to live
would I persist?
and walk amidst
eternal space to grace
in death, a life reborn,
my face now lent
and legs replaced to
find the ‘truth’ through lies?

“I am not you” I say

“You are not me” the reply

parting ways we
parted not but
cast a shadow in
the other’s light

root-torn sister,
born to earth through
hand of man not
Godly might

but shaking fists
defying ‘plans’
forget their plight,
that from the start
God shook his
fist and took away
our sense of ‘sight’


05/31/2004

Posted on 06/01/2004
Copyright © 2023 Rula Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by David R Spellman on 06/02/04 at 10:21 PM

Some excellent play here between the clone and the "real" self and this certainly makes one think about the ethical/moral questions that the science has prompted. I liked many of the lines but some that stand out are" identity distorted to perfection tainted!" and "cast a shadow in the others light." Thought provoking and very well done for such a tough subject.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/04/04 at 02:45 PM

who are you? I say who are YOU? the reply. Yes, its a cruel joke in the name of love and hope philanthropys cruel joke. Nature created beings at different levels giving them hardly any choice as regards procreation. We do not know the purpose of nature in creating beings but we do know that this purpose seemed accomplished in our births, procreation and deaths. We also deduce that the nature likes trans mutation, which might be complimenting some law which proclaims certain risks in case of termination of the transmutation. Cloning defies not only transmutation but it also defies the basic human urge of a refined survival. A refined survival can be attained only by evolving. The production of photo stats or replicas cannot be defined as evolution. Technical evolution, yes. But human evolution-NO. You can only copy what is at the time of copying. In the natural process of procreation what transmits is the essence, physically and the basic nature with a chance of mutation since half of the DNA code comes from each of the partners. The personality remains to be developed with possibility of the personality penetrating the ssence and mutating it. In a Photostat its just a true copy. A foolish act on the part of the formula prone mechanics claiming to be scientist. Nature is capable of taking care of its own business and we must not forget that these genes are selfish, WILL to SURVIVAL being the basic urge. Defying nature for a refined survival is understandable which all the genuine esoteric schools did propound, producing replicas is like ANTS producing ANT- MACHINES. Sorry for just this bird eye view. This is one of your best works.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/05/04 at 02:45 PM

Mirrors with a twist I'd say. Provocative, thought provoking reflection Rula. I'll never look at myself in the mirror the same way again. :o)

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/05/04 at 05:03 PM

to look, really look, and see, really see, one's self takes courage... to encompass, really encompass, and embrace, really embrace, all facet's of one's self in noble... the good and the bad... this piece is heart-felt, seeking and brilliant... great searching... blessings...

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/11/06 at 12:39 AM

You have very eloquently touched on a subject that has been close to my thoughts. Cloning. This poem is so thought provoking that I cannot even begin to process it yet. Excellent!

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