Narcissus Now by Diane Jackman
Cloned in each test-tube a facsimile of me.
I will observe them as they grow to manhood,
their hyacinthine eyes, their raven-black hair
a mirror of my own.
They will fill the streets
of every city in my kingdom.
Wherever I turn, I will gaze on them,
rapt in their beauty, made in my own image.
