born at mince
be torn manic
Bent in macro.
Can it be norm?
Can men orbit?
I can’t rob men
met in carbon,
© rob walker 2010
Another one of my anagrammatic poems. It was accepted for the forthcoming Divan 8 at the beginning of 2010 but there seems to be a funding problem so I’m sure Earl won’t mind if I air it on my own website before it passes its use-by date.
While I don’t have any particularly doctrinaire views for or against genetically modified food, the subject has long interested me. The ethical possibilities of this science-in-infancy are obvious, from the Light side of drought-resistant plant genes to feed the world to the Dark side of companies owning exclusive rights. GM animals with synthetic versions of natural microbes in their rumens soon available!
Meanwhile I went through a stage of being obsessed with anagrams. The relatively new word ‘recombinant’ interests me (see vocabulary of the beach), so I explored its permutations. Serendipity! Ambient corn, bent in macro and met in carbon seemed prophetic. The rest just fell into place…
photo credit: picedit.blogspot.com