Mendel’s hammer

I read this today:
In ten years
we will have aurochs again.

It is a strange thing we humans do,
this flirting with the limits of being,
erasing
and re-making again.

The large
the strange
the rare
anything exemplary we
plunder
pursue
take
until it is a relic in books
or, in this case, in a
double-helixed archive.

Then,
is it atonement or greed
that sends us back to that well,
to create anew that which we
annihilated?

This time, it is our
triumph.
A thing created,
a possession
monument
testament.

We call it ours,
finally owning
what we have done.

Lauding
the power of our crucible
while still quietly wielding
the same scythe.