Published by The Cabinet of Heed.
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It supplies with birth the instrument
of mind and body – the human life.
It echoes in the mind when it goes blank;
skips a beat with a kiss or a smile
with born babe’s first breath or “I do” long awaited.
It toils when it suffers, like a sponge
scraping away at grimy burned dishes, it soaks
up the misery and pain to clean the soul.
It speaks with beats when mind fails
to articulate. It knows more than thought and hurts
the most when it no longer bleeds.