The bleating of the novel Dolly
Echoed from the cloning lab,
And the brave new Baa
Heard round the ovine world.
A lamb bled on the Hill of Skull
Twenty centuries ago,
Staining the belief of man
Since shrouded by the Turin of time.
Search the socket of the skull
For a speck of stigma
In the dust of yore, and find
The Ascent of the Son of Man.
“Surely the Second Coming is at hand.”
By Dolly, the Shepherd shall separate
The goat from the maaing fold
In greener pastures of the earth!
