Pigboy vs the Mammoths6 days ago1 min readYou may see a herd of MammothSilhouetted in the duskTrumpeting as oneAmong the rising mistOf the permafrostBut it can never beWhat you dream ofWhen the dream has been lostThe dream that you canPull a frozen babyFrom the retreating iceAnd bring its civilisationBack to lifeOr that placing its codeInto the nearest wombWill ever be good enoughYou cannot synthesiseThe 'We'What it is to beOn a hill aboveThe wind-rustled tundraForeleg raisedIn statute pose Nose pointedTo the DogstarBearing witness to The triumphant shoutOf Id In the expanseYou cannot make this realThrough the gene mapYou constructOr the flesh you animateIn honest replication.A cluster of cellsOn a petri dish,Writ-large,Cannot reviveThe generations of songThat are now goneThe games that werePassed alongThe language that wasYou are only your current momentAnd so were theyAnd so, from our remnants,In a million years,From a porcine bellyEmerges Pigboy