I gave them a vial of my blood,
inside the small room.
It was lost by the analyser.
we need a blood democracy hothouse,
for now, it remains my blood.
I let it be tested again and again.
Michael Black is finishing a PhD at the University of Glasgow. He has reviewed poetry books for SPAM Plaza and Osmosis Press. His poems have been included in Adjacent Pineapple, Re-Side, -algia, Beir Bua, SPAM online magazine, and the Babel Tower Noticeboard.