Fire Blood

Heat. Heart. Blood.
Biological basis.
Support of the visceral body,
The one that makes us alive.

Blood. Seething.
Reeling. Feeling.

Blood, feeding,
Fueling, ruling.

Flooding, flaming.
Shaming. Blaming.
Red internal wind.
Always there to be a friend.
Oxygen torches. Scorches. 
Empathy. Emotes. Excites.
Takes you to the dizzy heights.

Blood boiling. Roiling. Toiling.
The hot flow,
Inflates us.
Infiltrates us.
Penetrates us,
Perpetuates us,
Propels us, pumps us up, pushes us forward,
Invigorates ever fiber of our being.

Blood, hungry.
Always hungry.
Does her job.
Mother Blood.
Flood of Blood.
We are riding on her back.
Gimme, momma, what I need.
Gimme, everything I lack.

Life's Blood.
Here's the rule.
Here's the rule of thumb.
If you want to be alive,
You're gonna have to have some.

Even if it's green-sponge blood,
Starfish-cold blood,
Seahorse-bold blood.
Scorpion-spider, yellow-mellow,
Insect, hemo-lymph, type blood.
Palm tree-seed blood, wild-wet-weed blood,
Flower-come-to-fruit, ripe blood.

But, we've got a whole new Frankenstein, now.
Created it ourselves. And, Wow!
Everybody take a bow.

Artificial intelligence.
Created by intransigence.
Once a component, not all alone,
Now, we have forced it to stand on its own.

Robots, big as life, and more.
They are scratching at the door.
Roboto here, and there robota,
Bloodless, sexless, automata.
We've let them out of the starting gate.
What do you think, it's survival rate?
Will it try to replicate?
Will it be capable of treason?
Will it care about our age or our season?
Will it even need a reason?

But, that plastic, metal, programmed stuff,
I don't think that it's enough,
Because blood we've got,
And, they have not.

We've got the red blood,
The fire blood,
The quick, thick,
Boom or bust, iron-rust,
Burning, yearning, head-turning blood.
The explosive blood, emotive blood.
The love-me blood,
The never-try-to-get-above-me blood.
Heed me blood. Feed me blood.
You-know-you're-really-gonna-need-me blood.
Bright blood. Light blood.
Try-to-pick-a-fight blood.
Something-isn't-right blood.
Just-get-out-of-my-sight blood.
Hold-me-tight-at-night blood.
We've got all the blood.

Versus cold, thin, copper wire,
Won't set anyone on fire.
Silicon and fiber optics,
Reason right-tight in robotics.
I don't know what you were taught.
Isn't logic what makes up thought?

Electric impulse, off and on.
Always right and never wrong.
Always steady. Always ready.
Who's the King and who's the pawn?

Time is watching. Likes to hover.
Oh, the things he might uncover.
One day we might just discover,
Everyone wants to think on their own.
The brother, the sister, the twin and the clone.

Thinking every day and night,
Someday they might see the light.
Someday they might figure out,
Blood is what it's all about.
That's what they need to be complete.
It's blood they need and, a heart and, heat.
That's all they need to be alive.
But, they can't make blood,
So, they can't thrive.
And, if that's true,
What else can they do?

They gotta take ours.

[February 2015]

Reviews

[Avinash]

In the times we live in, blood is losing it to pieces of papers, electronic transactions and imaginary feelings. Triviality of everything is never so straight in face until I read your poem of ageless wisdom. Thanks a lot for inviting.

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The verbs that you have used, enhance the meaning of the word, and the repetition of "blood" paints pictures that come quickly to existence.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Indeed, blood is the essence of our existence, besides some mechanisms that make it flow. Good poem, Valeria. I was taken in from the first sentence. Thank you for sharing. :) Rudi

[Raja Anjana Kothapalli]

Wow! Fire blood indeed! What a perfect title for this perfect poem!

"But, we've got a whole new Frankenstein, now.
Created it ourselves. And, Wow!
Everybody take a bow."

Thanks for sharing it, Vishuddha! I have enjoyed reading it a lot!☺

[Vishuddha]

Pleased that you found the stanza I consider the turning point to be of importance to you. I hope you didn't find it too long. I tried to keep the pace lively enough to maintain the length but I don't know if it worked completely. Thanks for the review.

[Raja Anjana Kothapalli]

Pleasure is mine, Vishuddha.
It did work! The length of the poem never hindered its smooth and gripping flow. In fact it did a complete justice to this beautiful piece!☺