I think I felt a spark beneath the moon;
It was crushing, tremendous—I felt like the tide.
My heart transmitted burning waves
As I saw the long meteor strips with an oak.
I heard the owl adjust her perch
Beneath the summer's nighttime noon.
It is funny to think that we feel we'll abide
Decaying cells; that feeling saves
And that feeling survives when rebirth is a joke
Beneath the false and sparkling church.
"In a potential advance in the field of tissue engineering, researchers report that they've been able to repair injured urinary systems in boys by using bladder cells grown in a laboratory."
—Randy Dotinga, HealthDay Reporter, March 8, 2011
http://health.usnews.com/health-news/diet-fitness/digestive-disorders/articles/2011/03/08/lab-grown-urethra-used-to-replace-damaged-tube
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3 comments:
Oh man! Khakjaan, this was far superior to the stuff I've read by other poets. I'm blown away by each line and way you worked your metaphors. I'm kind of at a loss for words. I find this poem extraordinary. I love this quality of poetic craftsmanship. I'll leave it at that my friend.
"I heard the owl" but couldn't see her, not even by the "sparkling" light of the church - I really like that. This is a very strong one.
Brilliant poem. Thanks to Mark for point it out; even more thanks to you for coming up with it.
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