All it takes is a sample of society
slicked smooth sliver of it really
to understand
science is not salvation.
The petri dish swarming in spilt blood
Cannot cure itself of the
lust for more blood.
Even as the skin or the very spine of
the river ran dry,
Still the physicist tries to
heal immorality.
Hands
Clasped
Desperately
at the beaker in prayer,
Cut glass poking through the flesh
of their
very last hope.
about: from an anthropological standpoint, people will cling to their culture (whether born from semen or science) even if it's killing them.
