I didn't know what to expect from this piece, just based on the title, Kerry. BUT, I never once doubted how unique it would be, graced by the stroke of your able pen. You capture so much of what life is in 6 simple lines. Simply phenominal. Exalt, my friend
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win, but We're not running, we're not running
I love the marrying of literal meaning and poetic allusion in this piece, embodied in the very first line: "Life is a strand of DNA"
While our DNA determines our physical existence, our physical existence takes on its characteristics. I enjoyed the gravity of the two last lines as well, the idea of the latter of the meanings creating the former, and that ultimately, death meets both. Quite a complex poem, Kerry! It kind of reflects its subject matter. Excellent work!