Pigs Will Fly, the science man says
all we need do is tweak a few genes
turn those ribs into wings
and swap scratchings for some feathers.

The science man claims he knows
how to change nature, bend it to his whim.
There is no danger, he assures us
and who would dare doubt him,
so self assured,so confident, so in control,
so often in error but never in doubt.
Don't shout about the failures of science,
the disasters, the false positives,
unintended consequences.
We should not heed our instincts,
they're unrealistic,  unscientific.
We must lower our defences,
suspend disbeliefand swallow the statistics
we are being spoonfed.

Imagine a world where nobody dies.
The science man can.
He can synthesize life in a test tube,
inject human stem cells
into an animal and grow a human heart,
or any other spare part your body may need.
It's about control when there is such
a monstrous ego at work.
And we all should know
monsters must be fed.
To show how superior he is
and how pathetic we are, he promises
science will conquer death,
a new heart here, a new lung there,
keep patching us up with scrapyad parts
like some clapped out old car.
Need a kidney, a liver or maybe a lung?
A shot of crushed goats' balls to keep you young?
Science will modify a pig to produce it for you.

Science will conquer death, the statistics tell,
but this scientific heaven could soon become hell.
Will eternal life truly set us free
or will we sacrifice our humanity
for centuries of decrepitude.
What a skewed society will be created
when birth rate falls to zero
while senile, dried up husks live on
Is there a therapy to counter loss of hope?

If there is no death how will we learn to love life,
if there is no age how will we enjoy youth?
Is it just about numbers or is the goal eternity
Will we, like a zombie race unable to die,
roam forever in seach of our collective soul.
If the science man wants to assert his will,
he might try to inject an pig with the stem cell
from an albatross, then claim success
in achieving the impossible when we no longer say
"Pigs might fly," but instead run for cover
whenever a genetically modified porker
spreads its wings and goes flying over.

Using Bacon As A Weapon