I have played thief. I
have gone a-viking, and
I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine
linings.
(from various species of fowl)
I at this very moment delight in the taste of the
unfertilized gamete, and may I just say that these lifeless
cholesterol bombs go very well with fried tubers and zesty
strips of fatty swine.
life, my siblings.
Life is beautiful, and
the true colors of nature are shades and hues of sanguine blood.
red/after oxygen
blue/before.
The frozen male gamete is injected into the
bovine beast of burden and succour.
Months later, through the miracle of mitosis, a
juicy cut of prime passes through the birth canal, both
beautiful and bloody.
Steadfast child of some eastern divinity, I have faith that this creature was born
to meet his end on some surgical-steel golgotha,
and nourish me as bits and pieces cut and portioned on my dixie plate!
-note-
I am not a vegetarian.
I am the seed planted
nine months prior to birth
a traveling warrior
racing around her precious fertile earth
my tail propelling
sending me further in seconds
i need hurry, my target beckons
In competition with millions
all with one objective in mind
my opponents are vicious
far from kind
the warmth of the egg
my alternative to sight
sublime in my movements
there is no time for fright
Ahead by a distance
I am first in line
there it is, I sense it
by myself, i'm fine
contact at high impact
already almost through
i'm in, i won, i'm the gamete
my seed is now inside you
**Copywrite**
Jared L. Pickett.....2001