Inge Haupt
Chewing CudThe Miracle (of science)
A seed is sown In a Petri dish
And rapturous tendrils merge After a giant needle with
with the verdant earth of the mother’s womb. 23% NaCl in solution Cells hum with the songs of creation injects it in.
As they blossom and burst into being. Multiplying like a virus,
The fire of the spirit capers outwards The genetic, rotated Like dandelion seeds on a warm summer breeze, dodecahedron forms
Touching here, touching there, Causing ‘events’ in other locations.
Igniting the soul with song. The inner cells form three layers.
Venules trickle blue-blood Strings of blood vessels connect through the fissures of the earth, mother and child.
Ancient as time, is the umbilical cord.
Yet vital and abundant as each new spring A large bulge appears Bursting larvally through each life-affirming beat. where the heart is.
Senses awaken, as nerves furrow A bump for the head is acquired.
Pathways smelling the richness of loam. The brain is developing
The cry of the ether where stars shower their tears Whilst nerves are Of joy in the beating breast of newly formed flesh. propagated to major organs.
She grows through the bounty of the mother, Food, oxygen and antibodies are passed to the foetus.
Gains strength from the might of the father, After twelve weeks of development it begins to move.
Cocooned in the clasp of a munificent cusp, The amniotic sac stretches to contain the quickly growing infant.
Drinking the knowledge of evolutionary springs.
A Fairytale
Duplicitous dragon licking his wounds,
Crouched in the back of his lair.
He’d been waiting for her from beginning
Of time, relishing her fall through his snare.
Following gaily the apple blossoms
Carpeting the forest floor;
She wound her way up the steep mountainside,
Trailing vestments of light from times of yore.
He smelt her as she drew closer, tendrils
Of flame ignited his grin.
Dry, brittle scales sithed ‘neeth wing and tail;
With blackest mind’s eye he beckoned her in.
Foliage grew moist under silken-shod feet.
The sunlight began to fail.
Apple blossoms fell few and far between,
But there was yet a faintly gleaming trail.
He spied her through his age-old Awwim eyes.
Seeds of evil he did sow.
Slowly but surely, strongly and swiftly
Apples of damnation began to grow.
Princess did you seek this den of malice?
Why did you drink from the chalice of sin?
‘Twas your burden, your plight, for the sake of
Mankind, to usher the saviour in.
The Tea-Leaf Reader – A Sonnet – Part 2
Come closer still, there is another soul:
A rupture of glorious space and time.
In darkness bubbling, the threshold, un-whole
She crossed. The universe rent down the line.
Religion is bought by your father’s grace.
No Cane nor Abel can now save your soul.
Your spiritual veil torn from your face.
You come to this world poor, lonely, un-whole.
For meaning she strives, philosophers read.
Nor religion, nor art, her to light leads.
Immerses in love and books of the dead,
While through vacuous heart and soul she still bleeds.
Abomination, Godless mutation.
Mankind uses you now, the forsaken.
