Anderson's city [cellular hell]
Anderson taught me
that a city is an organism
living and breathing
with many intricate
tiny moving parts
all relative to one another
as a child builds
with plastic building blocks
before upgrading to cement
We've bio-engineered our homes
stacking organelles
and living rooms
atop one another
like high-rises
connected through
invisible elevators
and neuronal roads
And don't forget
all the cellular materials
in need of public transportation
endo and exo-
-cytosed every hour
bustling and shuffling
through the cellular
city centre
and all the lovely children
childish ribosomes
going to school
in a single file line
waiting for biological sloppiness
to be translated
on rough reticular sheets
but at recess
we get to go over to the smooth side
and enjoy the tunneled slides
on the floating jungle gym
only getting marks like A, P, or E
depending on their school district
and the salary of mom and dad
their highest earned degree
cycling until eventually transposed
becoming a teenager
a oligopeptide in growing pains
comfortable growing
more and more each year
with adding on extra chains
trove of debts
colleagues and responsibilities
the pains of adulting
contorting and conforming
until finally someone
deems us as a revered
and productive
member of cellular society
as we are translated by mRNA
and deceived by government spies
into finally breaking
our tertiary structures
for a more advanced style of living
amongst the quaternary
of macromolecular gods
its not nearly as bad as they say
each can choose
a separate profession
some elect to work in post office
making Golgi bodies proud
or maybe you study real hard
land a job at the power plant
and mitochondrially power
this developing cellular body
but I heard in passing
that the top-secret documents
are still locked in obtuse envelopes
in a room with several safety-locks
at the core of the plant
may you do your bidding
to finally get inside
the nuclear pore chair
others devote their lives
to their cellular duties
nursing and cleaning
housing and caring
for little baby ribosomes
still not educated enough
for the stars of respiration
yet we can only hear
their whiny echoes
through cytoskeletal phone lines and beams
wirelessly sending and receiving
electro-potentials of everything
but flicker from your nuclear den
lets me know my messages are received
keep them with you
forever and always
through cellular hell and back again
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16507932-Andersons-city-celluar-hell-by-Colvet
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