Seeking critique for an early draft - but also, a late Christmas gift for you all
What Rough Beast?
The gene that makes the jellyfish fluoresce
Red-ribbons the parcel of my DNA.
My makers didn’t know their holy gift
Would light my soul behind the outward glow.
My bones are light as robins’, flexed for flight
Cells from the robin’s ear my guiding star
To lift my body from the frozen earth.
But more: in my breast burn hope and steadfastness.
Something of Man was given to me besides
Here in my lowly stall: the wit to use these toys
To speak the words they tell me; but, as well,
To dream and wish, and know what freedom means.
And if there really is a Saint on high
Who loves the young and innocent, then I’ll -
Excuse me. Ho, ho, ho, kids! Of course I’m the real Rudolph!
And tonight, I fly.