Archive for April, 2012

one more time

April 18, 2012

 

 

the misery of Archaea and ocean floor disposal

 

Embedded in a meter deep of sediment, at the bottom of the sea,

the ancient thing wags its’ flagella; swimming

through cycles of carbon, nitrogen, and sulphur,

surviving, where it should not be able.

They say “the ocean floor per se”

has no water table.

No flushing through; a perfect disposal place

for radioactive waste

to diffuse through dense clay at a limited rate.

 

The mouth with teeth,

hungry, eat

everything around,

the house, the city, the state, the country

the ocean, the world, the galaxy.

Finally,

swallowing the entire universe,

hungry still it floats, in nothingness,

having no body, no stomach, no heart;

where once it had.

 

Living in polar seas and making up the plankton,

Extremophile Archaea visit

the cousins in volcanoes and sulphuric acid swamps.

The mighty family gathers to celebrate

3.8 billion years and 20% of the Earth’s biomass!

 

“You are happily invited” the announcement said,

and greedily accepting,

we work the party and offer

“by the way, we have this new stuff; it might be good to eat,

so with gratitude we’ll send a torpedofull, to snuggle in the seabed.

You can explore, experiment, try it out and take the time to see,

if you folks survive and flourish there as well; besides,

we really have nowhere else to put it and

need to get it out of the house.”

 

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April 2, 2012

 

Candelabrum

 

Bring that light over here

 

see that cherub in the rainbow suit?

stubbed its toe the other day; hard to walk on it

its wings, neglected, need a little attending

 

Bring that light over here

 

clouds are rolling in; knock on the next door

do you have a cup of sugar to spare?

there’s a visitor visiting

 

Bring that light over here

 

breathe a foggy breath on the window

draw a heart, a monster, an angel

become visible