Writing from the stemistry lab
Embryo palette for design
by Beverley Addy
Plan un-revealed but planned still. A blank canvass but yet a blueprint. Handprint, fingerprints, all known. Where it will all go, the cells already know. Who will it be? Only time to grow will tell. Yell, yell, little embryo shout your destination because until you do who knows what will become of you. Tell your story before your ending changes. Piece of flesh, mush to mesh, into something else. Your triggers dislodged, defaced, distaste. To be replaced by new dictates.