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Asexual Hydra & Microbial Hope

Poetry By: parkelis
Romance


(My 1st EVER attempt at a long, free-verse poem). Hydras are simple cellular animals that reproduce asexually. Are these seemingly non-complex organisms wiser than humans? Is asexual reproduction the way to manuever our lives?


Submitted:Jun 2, 2011    Reads: 47    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


I haven't displaced
Much thought over the topic,
But if I had to say,
Like if a gun was against my head
And I had to make a choice,
I would check the box next to…
No! Not the one that notated homosexual
Nor bisexual
Nor heterosexual.
I would definitely check the box
That signified other,
And then write
Asexual.
Asexual reproduction,
If only it was possible.
It thrives in static environments
Such as the nothingness lives,
Of us human beings,
That drear on endlessly,
With repetitions that prohibit meaning
And cyclic, circular patterns
Which make my stomach churn,
And questions asked over meaning
When we all have come to the unanimous conclusion
There is no such thing as meaning.
Asexual reproduction,
If only I was brethren
To the Hydra,
Of phylum Cnidaria,
I would grow in numbers rapidly,
And my young would be
Genetically identical to me.
How lovely; a world filled with me's.
We would create an army
Of well-equipped soldiers
To fend off any potential procreators
Through the sexual means.
Progeny: mine would be
My "more-than" babies,
They would be little buddings,
Fragments, aspects of regeneration
From a body that was once singular,
That was once I.
Asexual reproduction:
Do you want to know why
It's better than any other means?
Because it is alone
In its nature.
Within this pointless world,
Hope stupidly lingers on,
Like a virus or foreign substance
Entering our body
For which there is no cure.
Hope, the microbe,
Has found a humble abode in my heart,
It makes me believe things
I know will never come true,
Like love,
I trusted in love,
For reasons I can't even explain with words
And I got hurt.
Hope and my fellow men and women
Hurt me.
Asexual reproduction would
Never hurt me.
I could be alone,
Without the chance
Or probability of pain,
In numbers -
That would be my gain.




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