By Henrikus Joko Yulianto
Clustering in a flock of similar feather
Your face glows in a crimson blossom
Your species range from the first three alphabets Created genomes in our home garden.
Constellating any beings for natural selection
Your gait captivates each human race Your descendants breed in gene splicing
Crowding every nook of mortal conscience.
Singing the blues, each chants a lament for your vanity,
Reconnecting with the missing link between the lines— Corporeal synergy between things and spirit in this biosphere
Trying to coax you that you’ll feel compassion for any creature,
To domesticate you to be congenial symbiotic denizens—
To entreat you to co-exist with any living being in harmony.