Was reading some technical information in cutting edge research on DNA and Chromosomes


Telemeres



The purse string cinch designed to keep
Our chromosomes from spilling in a random heap
Like a Crown Royal bag full of marbles
A golden cord with ending tassels

Should the knot untie or string unravel
Agies and puries would surely travel
In chaotic fashion to who knows where
In unplanned reaction without care

Our essence of who we are we say
Would begin to wander in much this way
If these telemeres begin to fail
Itís deathís precursor the end of the trail

Maybe though itís Godís final laugh
He made the pouch the helical staff
When all else fails and weíre still around
He scatters our marbles on the ground




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-06 at 17:28

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
True enough. Great poem.
2018-10-08


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this analogy. Every stanza a winner.
Ashe
2018-10-06