Berthold Lippel

SPERM RACE

 

 

I am swimming as fast as I can

Said the lagging  sperm from behind

He spoke to the champion leading the charge

But already he could not be heard

The champion swam like a sperm with a mission

He knew the treasure he carried

He followed the wetness of the channel

Looking for hints of direction

From the throbbing organs

Approving his quest

He knew he carried the seed of a new God

Everything would be different and better now

Humanity held its breath, he thought

Suddenly the Holy Eggs came into view

He speeded more—maybe too much

His slithering tail failed him

He went round and round

Tumbling in hopeless circles

While the lagging sperm, now triumphant

Passed him by with a smile

 Bored into the white shell

Proclaiming  victory

Releasing his bundle of cruelty and hate

Now nothing nothing nothing

Would ever change.