Sometimes Dogmatic
by Matthew Gwathmey
Sometimes dogmatic when we frameshift before daybreak.
Then as we replicate our threadbare traits, we spawn back,
cloning them for the prenatal season soon to begin.
Eukaryote, a body fit for allele evolution,
its rolling bacteria and level archaea.
RNA now a zygote, a founder of progeny.
How did we reproduce? Struck haploid, fused our saint of gametes.
Two more conjugations, pressed against the fallopian.
We live quadrupled, our offspring cells and us, out along the genome.
Polypeptide chains proclaim the carrying on of amino acids,
the patron of triplet codes, the promoter of germ layers.
Somehow the codon still fit, the missense long faded,
the luster mutation nearly forgotten.
