Poem: What’s in the blood?!!

Don’t ask or question what’s in the blood
Don’t try to decipher messages from God
or his heavenly legion of angels
that reign magnanimous in sculptures
dressed in pure white slab

For what the mind knows the heart won’t question
So, what’s in the blood?
The blood that is on the streets and carpool lanes
dead like perdition’s roadkill
breathing in living death’s slow damnation

Don’t ask the question –what’s in the blood–
The boss on the seventh floor is a psychic vampire
out to drain the muscles of his working herd
who implore him to answer:
WHAT’S IN THE BLOOD?
WHAT’S IN THE BLOOD?!!

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