I’ve followed the prompt to write about memetics. Not especially happy with this one: rather contrived. I tend to write this sort of poem when I am struggling with an idea or am trying too hard to force it into a poem. I’ll see if I can come up with something better in the next couple of hours, and replace this one.


Take this brain and pry it open. Here where
the matter’s densest, is the meme bank, source
of knowledge and ideas. Tease out
this one strand. See its thickness and multiple
connections. That shows it’s an ism.
They are easily caught and hard to dislodge
so ensure your mask is tight. Outreaching
links will fire with the least stimulus: fear
always works. See how it links to home, here,
family, there, and this, the idea of self
receives the most connections. It — seems — we —
cannot prise it out. This could only be
the ism of terror. No need to worry then,
we all have that one well embedded.

Posted on April 25, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I actually really like this. It speaks to me. Nice job.

  2. I like it a lot too. The way the poem itself teases out the idea replicates the theme nicely…

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