Is it me?
Am I cloned?
My flesh feels new
Why do I feel test tubed?
I stare at my hands
I remember wrinkles, but gone now
I run to the mirror, wondering how
Cloned, Cloned Person am I?
Where is my family, did I Die?
I stretch the skin of my cheeks
Pictures of myself hang on walls, still in disbelief
How can this be possible?
Why am I still living, why am I audible
Then the door opens and skinny white man enters
“Come now young lad, you must rest a while.”
“You can call me father because I have given you a new life”
“You see, you met in a terrible car accident and died.”
“But I took some tissue samples before the tears and cries”
“Now here you are again, a product of science”
A fine piece of work of which I am proud
A cloned person, you will stand out very loud
I dropped to the floor as memories of death rushed my mind
I remember driving and drinking and hitting the man who was blind
How could I have been so reckless, so wicked and unkind?
Now the man is gone, and here I am cloned like a swine
© 2018 Clive Williams