Lake Baikal Poem by nathan martin

underground governmental labs extract organs,
neon blood drips slowly to the concrete floor.
organic roots sprout growing through the cracks..
decorated bright magnets shake the instruments
of surgical precision.
duct taped mouths whisper out of slanted lips,
pass the scalpel, incision, cut, slice. wounds
heal instantly.

textured nitrile exam gloves tighten and are
placed on sentient being's, expressions fall.
skin once cold begins to thaw.
carbon and water separate, photosynthetic
membranes send electric pulses causing
condensation to drip up to the ceiling.
plant like derivatives pass prophetic codes,
biochemically changing their genetic disposition.
mineral deposits gather in the corner.

while aqueducts in siberia drain slowly into lake baikal,
energy seeking amber spheres float through the
murky water.
now a tall creature rises off of the lead surgical table.
and shapeshifts moving positive metallic-ions
around the room.

negative space holds itself abstract and still.

astrobiological chemist stagger back
breathing heavily through thier mask.

english teachers decide where to place
the emphasis, comma's become apostrophe's
and periods dark nebulas.

the equinoxes procession stimulates retinas to dilate.
molecular iodized salt is thrown over the
shoulders of superstitious catholic priest
falling to the ground and becoming holy.