Inge Haupt

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Conception

Would… you… like… her… to… be… spiritual?
It/He pasted /G:O_.D/ gene.
A… blue… eyed… blonde… haired… cherub?
But she wouldn’t look like me.

Wait!  Why must she be spiritual?
I didn’t get the gene.

Your parents were poor.
This is a gift.
Her in heaven I must see.

Must?  Heaven?  Seriously
heaven?
Hope is so naïve.

Would… you… like… her… to… be… spiritual?
Its/His finger on delete.

The 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.