Dna
Off of the strands of DNA
Lay curled up near your feet
Were one of many chromosomes
Walked up and down your street
Or drifting down the alley
Of my perforated veins
Was the only lonely RBC
That caused me all my pains
Over on the planet
Where the ewoks have their tribe
Find cure for my condition
That my doctor can't prescribe
And so my cellular ATPs
Are loathe to find a reason
To take the metabolic route
In every other season
Off of the strands of DNA
Lay wound up in your womb
Are one of all the people
Who are buried in my tomb
Arunabh Das
Copyright ©2004 Arunabh Das
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