Mystery Seeds
her biological clock was ticking fast
but everything else was on lockdown
mail order had become her last resort
the sperm bank came to the rescue
mystery seeds arrived in her mail slot
she had not ticked all the small boxes
as she was an equal opportunity virgin
‘use freely and do not return to sender’
experimental design was the message
she prayed for immaculate conception
inserted the mixture of various donors
and awaited for nine Amazonian moons
‘triplets oh my God’ the universe was kind
dissimilar skin tone and allusion to peace
07th August 2020
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