If We Choose


Now we know,
We know what will kill us,
If we choose,
If we choose to stare down our genomes,
So comprehensively tabulated,
As if life were nothing,
Nothing more than a roll of the dice,
The genetic dice.

Now every newborn,
Every newborn comes with specifications.
Now every new parent,
Every new parent can look into baby’s eyes
And know what could close those eyes,
What could still that soft and fragile breath,
If we choose.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Dream-Killer


Take this dream,
Go ahead,
Take it and break it.
That’s what you’re good at
Mister Real World.
You take little dreams
Before they have a chance to grow
And scare them back into dark places
With your swagger and bluster.
You flail them with reason
And bludgeon them with precedent.

Scorn,
Derision,
Intimidation,
Unleashed!
Until at last the little dream,
Stilled and silent,
Dies.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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