Four Letters
Four letters suffice to code life’s story -
monocell to Man ‘in all his glory’.
Pandora’s box is henceforth open wide.
Who knows what plagues or miracles inside
will string the future as both young and hoary
within new spiral spin? Few hunky-dory
may find tomorrow as without true guide
Fools, we break ground, rules, cause tsunami tide,
or earthquake premonitory -
not only warning salvatory.
Is man omniscient, tinkering inside
DNA seen as 'Drive Nature Aside',
self-catalyst for causal time-bomb burst
as Chronos swallows humankind head first?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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