Bursting out of our own skins, we
grow every second, unstoppable
as accelerated beanstalks, except
we are purple and yellow and not
especially thin, but contrary to rumours
we mean no harm. You can’t get a handle
on what our genesis will do for
world and atmosphere, since
we know no more than you what drives us
into being and twists our biology so.
We only know we’re abnormal
from hearing it a million times on your TV.
The more we multiply the more
normal we get, n’est-ce pas?
You see, there was you thinking we was dumb
just because the news implies as much;
but when our supersonic sprouting ceases and we
stand before the cameras as finished articles,
we’ll put out a press release aimed at
celebrating mutant culture and all
that’s gone into its hitherto obscure making.
That’ll be a pile of fun, will it not?
And very instructive for the countless
millions of self-styled citizenry
knee-jerked into mutaphobia.
Meanwhile we call on all our supporters
to continue the battle for our rights
even in the face of cruel persecution
and outright opprobrium.
We kiss your brave faces with our pulsing lips.