Against Biology – A Love Poem

We in separate cells
of this putrid jail
of whose making?
rank with shit
and decay
whose carrion flower?
our words are
our only sense
shot across
infinite inches,
the sugary sound
our meager food
ungathered.

We are
against biology.

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