Procreation Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
Procreation
Ancestors gone
Known and unknown
Remembered and the forgotten
From branched wings that diverge
From Adam of Eden
Across eon of time
The cone dances to a point
Where I sit wondering
The mystery of procreation
Supernaturally conceived
The dip and trust of boneless tentacle
Into a fitting pouch
The line is propagated
Increasingly daily
Unstoppable even by death
Till the designer summons all home
(Friday 6th April,2001,9.30am)
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8/15/2025 4:10:02 AM # 1.0.0
Known and unknown! ! ! ! ! ! Ancestors gone! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Much appreciated.