by Judy Keung Kwai hing | |
Published on: Feb 9, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=5146 | |
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. « return. |