Rising from a petri dish, the hum of second sight
Graft of stem-cell Eucharist has brought us here tonight
Spying through the stockyard fence, we peer behind the veil
Show us fifteen "experts", we'll show them sixty nails

When we were young and innocent, our evil was sublime
Spent Easter Sunday noosing newborn ducks with butcher's twine
We prodded flesh, with sharpened sticks, of stray and pet alike
We played among the carcasses, ate dead things back to life
As we renounce the food chain and the ground from which we came,
you ask me to describe you, I can't pronounce your name

I could call you Engineer, Host, or Guest, or Counsel,
but you are not like anything, anything but me

We watch two sheep across the field charge head on and collide
and in unyielding, perfect force devour each other alive
with bone exposed and tendon and socket-pulsing eyes
and protein all unfolding before my Clone and I
Newton, Kepler, eat your hearts, there is no law down here
But show me the incision and all will be revealed
My Twin, you whisper words no living ear could comprehend
The farm has caught on fire, you are my only friend

They could call you Arsonist, Wolf, or Mole, or Swallow,
but you are not like anything, anything but me

Sunset, I notice my tears, they turn cold in the dark
for skeletal machinery that keeps our ghost apart
Wading shallow water, I stand before you plain
like Carnival Prize Goldfish in Plastic Bag ordained
I ask you to describe me now, you can't pronounce my name
TWO CYBORGS BY THE STREAM
We stop to take a drink