Bassam F. Sidiki is a student of Pakistani origin at Georgetown University, where he hopes to major in Literature or Philosophy on the pre-medicine track. He enjoys writing and performing poetry, wearing a variety of hats, and watching period dramas or TV/movie adaptations of his favorite fictional works. His work has appeared previously in Papercuts and in Solidarity International, a magazine dedicated to literature in English by writers of Pakistani descent. He is also alum of the Colgate Writers’ Conference and is a staff member at The Anthem, the only literary magazine at Georgetown.
Amidst the scarlet circular peanuts – cells
swimming and giving the plasma hue – one
connives conspiracy against imprisoning vessels.
Miniscule traitor; rogue a lymphocyte has gone
by harbingers ascending its swirling staircase,
alchemically transmuting genes into rebellion.
The rogue is drunk with deathless elixirs, armed with a mace
and a charisma that recruits disciples equally immortal.
Microbes in the blood grin and snicker, for the race
is won against an immunity inherently hostile
to its own survival. Pathogens envy and adore
a flawed white police that is much more viral.
The bloody agglomeration starves to the core,
and shoots a trillion tentacles sucking tissues dry
just like the Morning star of weapon-lore
ready to tear, or the Star of the morning sky
that heralds the metastatic sun of dawn.
How a tiny, immortal, scoundrel spy
brings death (through its deathless reign)
and divinity when the corpse is burned and gone.