From those few drops of sperm
and that two bodied squirm
From that high rise of flesh
and lust that septic worm,
To the slow rot of metamorphosing skin
and the dull burn of past sin
To this erect man, a rising sun
and the sapient vision held within.
chains will bind us in our cells.
Biology has us in her strong hands,
giant test tubes shaking up
the virile mix of this steady universe
as we father,
try to climb above her double helix
into the soft arms of a mother
we know not.