Death Will Be Harder Now

Death will be harder now as, year by year,
We solve the clues of immortality.
Emotions sink to animality
As false hopes tighten screws of desperate fear.

Hormone control will make age disappear
After false starts, most horrible to see,
But those already old must beg to be
Frozen for the genetic engineer.

While war, starvation, pipe Earth’s gruesome jigs,
Successful businessmen will fight to gain
Some dead teen’s body, to transplant their brain.

The already-old beg to be guinea pigs.
Children, look back, hear our despairing cry:
We bred immortals, but we had to die!