Deep under the ice
hidden from prying eyes
they have found your bones,
extracted DNA.
Now they are going to replicate you.

Resist! Your new world will not be the open plain
or the forest deep,
but a cage in a zoo,
ogled by your natural prey.

Stay dead my friend
you are not Dolly the sheep happy in a pen.
Be a ghost, be free
there’s no dignity in resurrection by man.

If you come across,
in the spiritual hunting ground,
the Tasmanian devil,
the friendly cat with an ugly mug,
tell him to stay where he is.