Visions Of Serpent And Lotus Poem by Mark Heathcote

One day, we will all be born in test tubes
Sit in the electrical leas of a Rubik's Cube
Leave our rivers of words and wombs,
It's the vision of the serpent and lotus
Now that they've identified all your genomes
There's no need to cry or blow your nose
The beast comes as a proton atom, a foetus
It doesn't matter now if he's strong,
It doesn't matter now if he's got defences
The only firewalls he needs now hereon
Is to forget he was dealt a hand with consequences.

It's the vision of the serpent and lotus
And that woman you once lusted after
That one with serpent earlobes that-poetess
That gave up weaving and wearing snake-black leather
And throws away her one good dress.
Says: you annualize and preach too much; it's not her style.
But then wants you to open up Pandora's Box one last time.
Want's for you to answer what was her crime
The beast comes as a proton atom, a foetus
It doesn't matter now if he's strong, hereon
It's the vision of the serpent and lotus.