Nematode
When I became a WormBot,
nobody told me what to do
but I did it anyway,
moving forwards, backwards
avoiding life’s obstacles.
I am C.Elegans – yes, the one
with the brain so simple
that humans can program it.
Now, every cell, neuron, synapse
resides in software
at the bidding of my masters.
When they whistle, I smell food,
move to satisfy my hunger.
They say there’s no pain, no need
to torture real animals.
I don’t understand these concepts
but every day I learn about living.
You, behind the big screen: Don’t
tinker with my neural networks.
Don’t switch me off.
This is brilliant, Martin! Send it off!
Ditto Martin! I’m more into earthworms myself. Did you know there is a British Earthworm Society on the web and the Natural History Museum has a Curator of Worms?
Such an eloquent nematode as ever gorged on soil bacteria, as anyone could meet. Great poem Martin.
A good poem, Martin.
Another one to add to your collection of wonderful poems. I love it. Happy Xmas, Martin.
I am so glad that Robbie didn’t suggest you cut the last line – that is the humanity in the writing I want to identify with.