genetic symbols

a bumbling muffled, laugh-lined accounting on long green sheets,
the abacus sliders of hideous obsidian drooling infants, wide eyed and crusty, awakening with silvered nickel pens, mirrored to a fine-tipped finish.

but who rights whom with self eruptions as if ants bursting from small mountains?

whispered listeners like a lions ear, our drums full of pride?

or, genetic symbols, like a crown of unrelinquished ego?