They’re bringing back the Thylacine.
Tassie Tiger, if you will.
Extinct since 1936.
Wouldn’t that be brill’!?

Some DNA from Aussie jars,
Some RNA from Sweden,
Mix ’em in a dish – Voila!
First addition in New Eden.

But what if it turns and buggers off,
This focus of affection?
Doesn’t want to play a part
In its resurrection?

Does it even have a den
Once it leaves the lab?
A place to paint and decorate
Beyond the hunter’s nab?

Perhaps the bush will be too hot
Or missing tasty snacks
And all its favourite beaches full
Of tourists on their backs.

Will it be appropriate
To re-present a history?
Or is it better leaving us
A little bit of mystery?

What does it mean to all the earth
To blow its beasts away
Thinking we’ll just bring them back
On another day?

Tigers may not change the lines
That fashion their regalia,
But one wonders if to bring them back
May well be human failure.

Bryson Thomas