After Mutability

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Abstract

First few lines of the poem: "Perhaps the best cells are the ones we can't kill off, a persistence of the fittest, although mutation's always painful. It's two thousand and fourteen, and I know no-one who has been uninjured. It thinks in me..."
Original languageEnglish
Place of PublicationCordite Poetry Review, online
PublisherCordite Poetry Review
EditionIssue 46.0: No Theme III
Size1 poem
Publication statusPublished - 2014

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