Une Copie de Lui: Placebo
by Christine Adams Beckett
With a Nod to Sandrine Kimberlain
Betwixt the boar bristles
lay a complex tangle of
Red strands under
Stray black and steel
Grey ones.
DNA codes lay buried
within the tiny thin
Structures,
Building blocks
Of his nature.
Mitochondrial and nuclear chemicals
Could eventually reproduce
Him in an exact physical replica,
A concoction of loveliness
“Most wonderful!”
Olivia’s Shakespearean delight in
Genetic copy reveals
The fickle nature of love:
A manufacture of the brain’s desire,
A focal point,
An image.
To inject decades of sculpture
To clone artful loveliness
Is the necessary advancement.
Find a scientist who has discovered
The process by which one can
Download every second of experience
That concocted unmatched delightfulness.
Cecil Vyse’s Lucy Honeychurch
Offers a recipe for his offspring
Nurturing the same charming history
Of his beloved: A touch of country
For freshness, delayed introduction
To London for refinement.
Cesario’s female self is
Impotent to Olivia.
Every neurosynaptic pathway
Etched in memory’s personality
Made her a complex
Object subjugated to that
Unique connection,
A mere two dimensional
Suggestion of another.
The physical copy deceives
Until the clone’s Truthful kiss
Reveals he is unknown to her world.
His love will have to satisfy
Someone altogether new.
Cesario’s nurtured self thrives in
True Love’s longing heart. His own strands
Cast off like the eunuch’s disguise,
Will remain tangled in another’s
Memory, a stray hair
Lost in his lover’s brush.
Lovely. No wonder you saw Rylance’s 12th 3 times.
herman golllobn
Thank you, Mr Gollob! You probably know better than I but recently read a column that argues humankind has been trying to catchup to the bard for the last 450 years, and not yet successfully. I have a college professor that claims Dickens came close, though…
Picked up a copy of your book and look forward to getting it signed by you!
I attach the link here, too, for my readers…
http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/0385498187
Cheers!