torn labels

my crippled embryo ambles along
            th road to evolution

somatic conversations spoken in th tissue
            can't forgive

I do not get along w/ ovaries
minutes consciously measure jail to those
            who have sinned, death
            to those who have smoked

chemicals in crystal
tiny balustrades
composed shamefully in cellars

do not blame them / there is ancient in them
ancient in polis dust

alone
so many stages to reproduction
so many daughter cells

            in th anaphase
            of my years
                      under th thick polluted sun
                      of solidarity

# posted by hardyf : 11:04