Shadows of Shadows

A poem

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The dire wolf,
brought back
from memory
and all that we know
that’s not done
and won’t ever.

Next up,
the dodo,
Tasmanian Tiger,
the woolly mammoth.
Black rhinos.
Imagine.

So many others.
The Knysna elephant,
North African
shitbird.
The kwagga.
So many.

Can you imagine?
All these copies
of copies,
perplexed, disembodied,
like alien
intelligence.

Something crucial
amiss, as yet
undiscovered,
unwhole, catatonic,
empty,
unhomed.

They’ll be glitchy
for sure.
Just man being man
doing god things again.
But when
will we know?