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Soul In Machine

Rhythmic thrum, the chanting clue:
Cycling hums
And driving drums -
But has it a soul?

Spinning cogs give living sense:
Finely cast
To ever last -
But has it a soul?

Glaring cables channel life:
Finely laid,
From copper made -
But has it a soul?

Sparkling lights in random tune:
Border screens
In busy greens -
But has it a soul?

Now switch is thrown - machine to dawn,
Commencing mantra -
Raison d'etre:

Seducing -

Makes music and dance,
Unleashing its charms.
Creators are honoured:
She's bearing her soul.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2010
Mark R Slaughter




Spider, work your spinneret -
Paste the trap with silken net.
Insect folly be your hope -
Death to him in sticky rope!
Eat your fill then fix your web, now
Rest as day begins to ebb.

Copyright Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
Mark R Slaughter



Spring Observations

Green slipped out from under the white -
Splashed in early other colours,
And gave up lambs, who
Bleated tirelessly on the subject.

Screams from the nearby park
Told of newly playful children, with
Bleary fathers, clattering mothers,
Undersense befuddled by a perfume -
It was the budding blossom.

And younger men perked up at
Early bosoms once again parading;
More blossom - audacious blooms:
Sexual selection back on stage.

It was happening with the birds,
Only there was more decorum,
More order - a greater sense of purpose,
Unwitting duty.

I turned over the soil - warming
Under the cautious sun -
Yellow still nubile,
Though coping with its shyness.
My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent:
Surging vigour forcing out the
Stubborn winter indolence.

Inside, a warming smile worked
Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes.
The kitchen window rattled:
Lunch was ready.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2010

Spring spring spring spring
Spring spring spring spring
Mark R Slaughter



Stem Cell

Nondescript ball, nonchalant in rest from function:
Purpose immense; programmed to construct; make healing.
Trigger your switch; signals now received: instructions.
Replicate; grow; energy for purpose; differ-
entiate; feed, speeding up your drive; survive: now
Build to replenish as to see regeneration.
Organs anew! Or you shall repair with flare, so
Shine, you small cell swell! Do we see child alive to
Thrive or is tissue now of recovered state, orn-
ate once again, working as before? Pronounce and
Demonstrate life: be your small mind so kind oh
Stem Cell.
Mark R Slaughter
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