So listen now to what the prophet saith, He teaches anything, he gladly learns, He follows scientists and what they say, And now, Philosophy of DNA. Regard the spiral of it as it turns, And listen now to what the prophet saith: The two as one, entwining intercourse, Then separate from toes to very head, And, separated, seek another bed, Their separation procreation’s cause. So listen now to what the prophet saith— And this the canniballed male spider learns, Eaten by her, as her he’d try to lay, Who procreates in separation’s day— No spark of love or life or hate there burns, But, listen now to what the prophet saith, Only a life of procreating death.
Another of my early poems: I wrote this when I was 17, in my last year at school. DNA was still a newish concept to the general public, and it appealed to my nihilistic teenage state of mind. My opinions decades later are still pretty similar, though my attitudes are much more relaxed and happy.
I had been thoroughly immersed in iambic pentameter by then, studying several of the Canterbury Tales, several of Shakespeare’s plays, and a whole slew (or slough) of poets from Donne and Milton to Cummings and Frost–learn enough poetry by heart, and you become very comfortable writing in the forms you know. I developed the rhyme scheme to allow the indentation-by-rhyme to reflect as best I could the spiral of the subject: ABCCBADEEDABCCBAA, the rhymes winding back and forth across the much-repeated central line, ending with a couplet to round it out at 17 lines.
The poem was originally published in Metverse Muse, an Indian periodical that champions traditional verse.