Short Mitosis Poems

My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral.
The site of my injection.

The venom attacks 
the mitosis of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over,
like a spinning carousel....

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In fire are we born,
 children of the wind, the rain, 
the raging storm.

In dreams do we succumb
 to the wane of reason
as it becomes undone.

In thunder rumble, growls, snarls ferocious
 with the lightning flash that follows
 do we live and die in the soul's mitosis.

In the midnight flight
 do we escape the torrent
of the fire burn delight...

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The cell is undergoing mitosis.
Spindle fibers pull the chromosomes away
toward the poles of two daughter cells.
A black widow spider with an hourglass on its back
doesn’t seem to scare the porcelain doll at the spinning wheel.
The stationary figure shows no emotion
as the sands of time accumulate at the bottom.
The process will soon start all over again.
...

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Mitosis
movements
wrap together in
pulsing conduits
of vibrant vigor 
to nudge
the prod of
creation

until all
division lines
fold down to
ampersands
welcoming
liberated
hands
operating
in unison

despite all
individualistic
instincts sordidly
hoarding for
dominion of
identity

denying
the swirling
dependencies
holding all
bodies in
godly
orbit....

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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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