The Scientist (New poem and yes, I’m still here, honest… )

The Scientist

He autopsys your every tear;
deconstructs with intimate care
to analyse their component parts
under spotlit glass.

Find their cause:
reproduce
as necessary.
Insurance.

You’d sooner let them dry,
evaporate in the sun.
But he’s holding a parasol,
shading you delicate.
Safe in his garden.

His control subject;
kept free of contamination.
Apart.

Where no one else
will ever see you.

 

 

Hello World Of Blog! I’m still here – just been rather taken up with other things of late. You, fellow readers and bloggers, are not forgotten, even if my online presence continues to be a tad sporadic!

 

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18 responses to “The Scientist (New poem and yes, I’m still here, honest… )

  1. Ooooh, sinister… a mad scientist – are you coming to 42’s 3rd birthday on Weds?

  2. I was beginning to worry about you!

  3. Good to see you back. Not that close to me I hope.

  4. Hmmm, am married to a scientist and it is true that whenever we argue he dissects, analyses, is infuriatingly logical and all that. So I can attest to the veracity of your description.

  5. If you keep calling me a lab-rat I’ll send you away again! (As an aside, nice work Hollyanne).

  6. Glad you’re still here Holly. Keep ‘em coming, dark and all!

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