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Upon Hearing of the Mormon DNA Collection
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47 Upon Hearing of the Mormon DNA Collection Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee? —William Blake Deep in some column underground, dimly lit or totally dark, there throb the million or billion swabs sent in by curious genome-seekers, wondering who made them. Little Lambs, whoever made you never imagined consignment to secure storage— your bitsy cells forever property, awaiting the Angel Moroni. Little Lambs, no matter what you learned of ancestry or especially if (really) you are Cherokee, your name has been recorded for Baptism of the Dead. We’ll all go Mormon for the end. Even now our samples glimmer in the dim vaults, grow lighter by a shade, whiten like unto Little Lambs ready to enter heaven. ...