Mitochondria

I have a huge mitochondria
Sitting on my desk.
It is not a model,
Just overgrown.

It likes chocolate bars.

My students,
Alive,
Watch the mitochondria
Squeeze and wriggle on the table.

I rub off my dead skin,
Ease it into the alien world
Of permanent energy,
And watch the lights dim.

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