Short Gamete Poems

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....

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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....

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