Writing from the stemistry lab
Stem cells
by Christopher Barnes
The tipped-over Petri dish is hereafter.
A comfortable scream
At its crimson nucleus
Will dreg all predicaments and mix-ups.
Commixture was this dawn’s poison.
Dead needle blows
Till decompoundings
Cradle the re-design.
Globulins hurly-burly
Through varicosed vessels.
Diacoustics, flux, electrical disquiet.
The tipped-over Petri dish is hereafter.
Designate it a cauldron,
Tensioned to glow magical futures.
A realm to annihilate on.
The propulsion to regeneration.
It slurs, it expects. Unnaturally.