The Divine Architect #1

Before the grunt work;
some pinpointed seed awakens,
and there it sprouts its miracle.

Unfolding and revealing DNA’s complexities,
to rival dirt’s misogynistic impulse;
or wield the serpent’s thunder.

A dare: to thwart symbiotic gestation

Code, like poetry, inoculates to purge
all likelihood of systemic scorns,
or make from monsters virgins,
bent on ovulating their interior corruption.

So relentless are these consensual obligations,
that they make light of day’s devouring;
and so they sing his muck,
presented as impurity,
by night’s abysmal hour.

The hooker earns her cash for sin,
but crowns Gomer’s c**t with grace,
so she may be the bearer of
tropical daughters and sons.