I read this article today about an immortal jellyfish. This poem is in response.
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before we chant your name,
invoke your biological heritage,
You will be a body nailed
to the black wax bottom
of a dissecting tray
and somewhere in a lab
a mortal will whisper your secret
to his laptop.
Then it will be finished.
Your blood will sell
to the highest bidder
and sold again.
All of this while you go on,
immortal, the deep water dance
of your crystal tentacles forgotten.
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