Bloodwork

Something came up

in the scan of the particulars
that promulgate your flow which doesn’t

seem quite yet to bode disaster but which more
than likely warrants further looking-after – first we thought
it was an ordinary worker-sort-of-cell but, magnified

to greater size and studied past the usual short
scrutiny we generally bring to ordinary
things, we found, within a tiny

protein shell, the figure
of a little plasma
man, in shorts,

apparently mid-stretch
after a nap, but possibly, according,
anyway, to seven of the experts in the sorts

of pertinent minute phenomena with which the rest of us
had far less microbiological experience, the little man had not
evinced a yawn, but, rather more insistently, a scream.

It might, of course, have been our laser beam.
But that’s as far, so far, as we can go.
We thought you’d want to know.

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