by Judy Keung Kwai hing
Published on: Feb 9, 2005
Topic:
Type: Poetry

Someone named god

A page is copied;
a tape is dubbed;
a book duplicated---
no trace of difference.

A seed is planted;
a puppy born;
a baby creeps out
of its mother’s womb.

A page is planted;
a tape is born;
a book creeps out
of the printer’s womb.

A lamb is copied;
a puppy dubbed;
a baby duplicated
by someone named god.

It just takes a second
to make another you.
You don’t have to labour
to get the task done.

No stirring of emotions;
no touching of hearts;
that’s just an old man
wrapped in new skin---
a soulless duplication
of someone redundant.



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