GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo Day 1: Amoebic Life

Today’s prompt challenges to write a poem inspired by the animated version of “Seductive Fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Arkestra. After watching, I felt like I wasn’t belonging to the Animal Kingdom. I am from the Protista Kingdom that includes those eukaryotic organisms that are not deemed to be animals, plants or fungi such as protozoa.

Alas, the atlas is wrong!
To where and what I am born is gone.
This kingdom of wisdom is a prison.
I am not of this human or that inhuman.
The womb has me groomed and tombed.

I walk like a bride in the kingdom of crawlers
adorned and mourned with single-celled flowers;
they open to bloom and close to wither.
My flower girls carry the power of ancient beasts;
they will chop your head to prop my podes.

Alas, the atlas is wrong!
To where and what I am living is sniffing.
I smell not the trumpet as a singing flower
or scents of waters inside your daughters.
Even the stars are waterless when in trance.

Here, I wobble and cobble my way out.
See me inside the belly of this jelly
as memories of tentacles in your ventricles.
Do I fit to breathe in this bubble of trouble?
Amoeba, they call out. You are not human.

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