We machine our soul, cloning dead lovers

we play god, turn innocent coal into mad gold

seed clouds to bleed rain, we play with death


© elancharan


19 thoughts on “PLAY GOD

  1. I totally loved this poem! I kinda interpreted the cloning dead lovers as that feeling when you start projecting old traits and memories from a past relationship onto a new one, kinda expecting and comparing this person to the old dead lover. That’s just my thought to add to the mix. Good job!

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