Broken Twigs Poem by Patti Masterman

All the broken twigs of the chromosomes
Lie uselessly in the cemetery now;
Fallow ground of the a, c, t, g:
Though once they could spell with emotion,
Assemble in symmetry, exude gracefulness-
Now they are mute, fingers over stilled lips-
No whisper, no stirring, no thought.

Now alphabet soup; now toxic dumping ground
Of chemicals mixing in an early ocean,
Due for delivery, to entirely new worlds-
With love, from the rocks of an ancient one.