“Man’s destiny is …” they say
And, looking far away,
Weave fancies in the air
(For which I do not care).
To sit by an open pub fire
Fulfils my heart’s desire,
Yet they can not leave it alone
(This desire to transform skin and bone
Into silicone).
I hear the ticking clock
And feel inner peace,
But they will not cease
In their search to unlock
That which, perhaps keeps us sane,
(This imperfect human brain).
“We must transcend
The human and ascend
To the sky.
We can be as gods, you and I”,
They proclaim.
Shall I mention Icarus’s name?
A passing commotion
In the ocean
There was when the boy fell,
Or so the mythologists tell.
K Morris - Poet 
Reblogged this on Jerri Perri.
Thank you for sharing my poem. Best wishes, Kevin
It’s my pleasure Kevin. The poem is beautiful, could not help it!
On following the link to your re-blog, I receive the message “nothing found for Man’s Destiny”, so the post no longer appears to be on your blog. Regards, Kevin
Thanks Kevin, don’t know why or how it was removed!
curioser and curioser said Alice.
In wonderland!
Tremendous poem I really like the catch at the end of each verse that pulls you back to a sharp intake of breath
Many thanks, Paul. I am delighted you like my poem. Best, Kevin