Dear Dr. Frankenstein

I, too, know the science of building men Out of fragments in little light Where I'll be damned if lightning don't Strike as I forget one May have a thief's thumb, Another, a murderer's arm, And watch the men I've made leave Like an idea I meant to write down, Like a vehicle stuck In reverse, like the monster God came to know the moment Adam named animals and claimed Eve, turning from heaven to her As if she was his To run. No word he said could be tamed. No science. No design. Nothing taken Gently into his hand or your hand or mine, Nothing we erect is our own.