The idea’s simple
enough—toss the Mars
muscle into a perfect,
concave slice of silver
with low, blue Harpies set
below it, its matching pre-
Teflon inverse on top,
letting the one-pound-cow
slowly, slowly simmer in its
own juice, fat and blood.
It bubbles and sizzles, its simple
compositions of mitochondria,
vacuoles and membranes evaporating
in DNA’s fine steam, their spilled,
liquid proteins and ribosomes adding
to the flat flavors
man’s early ancestors
must have grown to distaste intensely.
The already-dead cells die some
more, go brown in their eagerness
to start the rotting process; they
go red again
when a plant’s (or perhaps a planet’s?)
blood is mixed about, laced with
the usual suspects of unheard
bacteria, parasites and probably
some (un)Godly plague
yet to be unleashed.
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God, I love spaghetti...
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Creative and unique! Very interesting, to say the least! Smooth and succinct flow, incredible imagery, and intriguing metaphor. Great work!
~Lori
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Yes, this is a very creative poem - something quite different in thought and in a way like a ramble that goes on and on. Filled with scientific data, so educational as well as entertaining.
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Haha- my my how creative!
I can't leave a full in depth comment, but i briefly: great job.
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You are so messed up. lmao. I love it. I wish I thought like this every time I eat. Damn. Too many commas though. Lay off the commas! lol (Like I should talk psh)
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I like commas.
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