Scientific Poem !!!

An ode to the ocean’s bioluminescent marvels...


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If the lazy dinoflagellate
should lay abed
refuse to photosynthesize,
realize:
the clock will not slow
but it will grow fait
                 weaker
                                 weaker
barely whispering at the end
                ”rise”
                                   ”rise”
to little effect.
The recalcitrant Gonyaulax
arms crossed
snorts
“No longer will
they call my life
(my life!)
‘just hands’.
I am sticking to the sea bed!”
                                                                                                                    - Mary E. Harrington