There are two kinds of terror within us—
our biology and humanity
(I got this idea from Prometheus)—

without the human element to tie
our lives to some fictitious narrative
we are simply a huge community

of grasping cells, the blind, devouring drive
to mindlessly go forth and multiply.
Though these pale next to the alternative

the face that’s never skewed nor elderly,
far worse than sharp mouthed leeches in the the sod,
humanity minus biology,

not undead or unliving. Call it God.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jun 10, 2012 @ 10:46:55

    This poem is so good I need to go away and think about it. At first reading it looks like a brilliant take on the film Prometheus. I think this film has real depth and may go on to become a science fiction classic.


  2. peter litton
    Jun 12, 2012 @ 00:02:18

    Well…I think that science fiction lends itself to understanding the human condition better than any other genre. If I was asked to justify this statement I would sight the film “Blade Runner.” I think that if Shakespeare was writing today he would probably write science fiction…he came close with “The Tempest.”

    In “Alien” the monster was understandable and obvious, whilst in “Prometheus” the monster is closer to home, in our own destructive psyche, and much more scary. What if god is in our image?


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