The green dot shimmered inside the cell,
Encapsulated in its own little organelle.
Fading across barriers, swallowing the plasm,
Apposing the membrane, chasm by chasm.
It looked so beautiful in its proud stance,
Alone but espoused in endosomal romance.
It advanced in my cell, acidified and blown,
Collecting membrane for what it called home.
But despite its amorosity with fellow inmates,
It stayed true to its discrediting, lysosomal fate.
Whilst the lysosome stood still, waiting by bay,
Unmoved like the devil, athirst for prey.
It provoked my endosome by a sojourn so mellow.
That my gullible green flashed into a yellow.
There! It fused unto the red!
And I see more colors--
But now it’s dead.
