The Meat Mechanic



Superficial framework, networked along skeletal patchwork.
A language covered in plastic,
a mix of blood and circuity, dancing in a ministry,
hail the microscopic deity.

Eyes like scopes for television, as ancient as a pathogen, squeezing moons from planets in the age of Oxygen, holding moons like planets as a sculpture.

Dancing on a molecule,
dying in a nanotube, as ancient as a Soviet, young as the crypt duet