The Body as a Seeded Cloud

With the soil dry, Life
crying out for itself, longing
to see its own face reflected,
bright and silver and irrepressible.

A pull programmed into
neurochemicals, iodide
impregnated with the flaws
of ionized silver, the sparkle

in its yellow body previously pure.
Expanded cage of its crystals
like the promise of hexagonal
snowflakes. A whole stratum

of convective clouds with open
bellies dry in their latent heat
and just waking. In carefully planned
vectors the flares fall downwind,

carried upward. The sudden pull
of updrafts and resulting rapid growth.
Human sacrifice licked obsidian blades
a hope for some seasonal abundance

and the biologic imperative to knit
the tissues of new worlds.
Organic vapors pang in dissipation.