Blood Test

Seeming to decipher, The count of the sample, Whether white, red or dead, It appears, each is ample, The blood of our lives, Not the fluid, arterial, But the beings, among them, Usurped the toy in your cereal, Their daily appearance, At the start of your day, Then emerging in time, As the sun went away, Their cohabitation, With you, not by choosing, But the result of divinity, And the Creator's own musing, A parent, a sibling, Those snags of the branches, All accounting for something, When relations are stanches, Unlike other vows, Ceremonial, contractual, Once out of the womb, They are dogma and factual, Commandments and law, Reinforce these intentions, Though no matter or slight, Ever fades from contention, Blood is thicker than water, And universally sold, Never questioned or doubted, Whither silent or told, Then, some days out of many, When zeal and self, Decide this is the day, I want off of the shelf, The blood test is given, A puncture of flesh, Your judgment, by others, Disregarded as fresh, The clan, it has spoken, Based on magisterial virtue, Eat every last word, Though it might only hurt you, But, you are in the know, Of your first name and surname, And the choice may preclude, The outcome of this game, It is time you stand still, Concern, only internal, Which cancels your date, With the family tribunal, It's never forever, The scab always heals, But, now, it might cover, Something new to reveal, The blemish is formed, Hiding old wound or issue, It is never the same, Reinforced by scar tissue, Hopefully all cells involved, Can now work together, Creating new bonds and sealant, And tougher than leather, You emerge understood, By reason or force, Avoiding all separation, Death, disaffect or divorce, There might be some others, Trials of unknown decree, With the plaintiffs intact, Or scouring leftover debris, You have done what is needed, And can sigh in relief, Your resolve and conviction, Firmly held your belief, That blood is essential, It fuels, ignites verve, And yet until it is tested, We know not whom it serves, So, we test, and retest, Find the vain to extort, And if too much is drawn, We can simply abort. (12/9/01)