Pigboy vs the Mammoths

You may see a herd of Mammoth

Silhouetted in the dusk

Trumpeting as one

Among the rising mist

Of the permafrost

But it can never be

What you dream of

When the dream has been lost

The dream that you can

Pull a frozen baby

From the retreating ice

And bring its civilisation

Back to life

Or that placing its code

Into the nearest womb

Will ever be good enough

You cannot synthesise

The 'We'

What it is to be

On a hill above

The wind-rustled tundra

Foreleg raised

In statute pose

Nose pointed

To the Dogstar

Bearing witness to

The triumphant shout

Of Id

In the expanse

You cannot make this real

Through the gene map

You construct

Or the flesh you animate

In honest replication.

A cluster of cells

On a petri dish,

Writ-large,

Cannot revive

The generations of song

That are now gone

The games that were

Passed along

The language that was

You are only your current moment

And so were they

And so, from our remnants,

In a million years,

From a porcine belly

Emerges Pigboy