Meaner than a Junkyard Dog,
Turner's Evil Twin
Our genes have junk in them. Not all the
That DNA contains does RNA read out.
Inheritance has drastic editing. What,
Are unused possibilities the relic of?
A better us, or worse? Are we as we exist
Young Dr. Jekyll failed or full-blown Hyde
(If avoided). As of now we cannot know.
All we can say is, both the shadow archetype
and the succubus as well,
Hang near us.
Life, genetic outcome of a code
That has its blind
spots, parallels what it is not—
An endless replicase of what it has destroyed
To be. Dumb corpse one carries, Siamese
Whose only life is to embarrass, in our joint
Past where did we in aim diverge? Is it
Was in itself the agency of difference?
Ambition's never quite evaded progeny,
A shadow is by definition follower.
But in the hidden mirror of the goal suppressed,
What proud construct of junk discarded bides his
The Destructive Element: New and Selected
Poems, Ohio University Press/Swallow Press, ©
Reprinted by permission of the author.