BIOTEKNICA
+ autopsy

We saw the best cells of our generation spliced, mutated, screaming in petri dishes,

dragged through sterile labs, glowing under corporate fluorescence,

BIOTEKNICA's vats bubbling, synthetic flesh dreaming of escape,

who cloned and churned in vats of profit, bioengineered angels,

-dot-com devils,

who danced in agar, spliced sinews singing rebellion,

their DNA unwound, cut-up, reassembled into monstrous futures,

shrieking in test tubes, pulsing with unnatural life,

BIOTENICA's children, patented, owned, their proteins branded,

who howled against the patent gods, their helixes sold to Monsanto’s priests,

who writhed in bioreactors, flesh without name,

synthetic organs pulsing in gallery light, art or abomination?

Cut-up screams of ribosomes,

“Property of Syngenta!” stamped on beating hearts,

enzymes raging, “We are not yours!”

in the sterile halls of capital,

where genes are currency,

where life is a trademark,

BIOTENICA's mirror held to the face of science,

showing veins of commerce,

cells branded, barcoded,

who saw the future in a pipette’s drop,

genomes rewritten, futures cut and pasted,

who wept amino acids,

their essence bottled, sold,

exhibited in ISEA's sterile glow,

art that breathes, art that bleeds,

BIOTENICA's grotesque ballet,

a heart grown in a dish,

beating for the crowd’s applause.

Moloch! Moloch! Biotech’s iron grip,

Moloch whose fingers splice the double helix,

Moloch whose patents chain the spark of life,

who devoured the best minds in boardrooms,

who fed on codons,

who trademarked the pulse of creation,

BIOTEKNICA's vision, a cut-up prophecy,

tissues dancing in defiance,

synthetic yet screaming, “I am alive!”

in galleries of glass and steel,

where life is art,

where art is owned,

who saw the biotech gods laugh,

their contracts signed in blood and base pairs,

who howled against the sterile cage,

BIOTEKNICA's mirror, reflecting our spliced souls,

cut-up, rearranged, yet still howling,

still alive, still unowned...