I feel like someone‘s experiment
A puppet getting rashes
Cancer and other ugly things
Unseemly diseases
Once hushed
Once told in dead filmmaker cinema
Those whispers, sighs and white
Victorian dresses like death
One who must persevere for science
The C.V. of my doctor
Or even the evolution of
My family‘s proud pool of genes
Swimming like frantic sperm in the ouvre
Of yet another filmmaker of fame —
Even if genes don‘t swim
But lurk and hover over lives
As ominous birds of prey —
Must persevere for past and future plagues
Assure them I still smile.