Our bodies are great things

Despite our hate and years

of alcohol and poison and mocking words

our bodies still stand and work

When our souls

crawled under our own darkness

And we certainly thought we could not continue on

Our bodies picked us up and kept moving



The hills and large parts of our bodies

Holding memories of all we've ate and said and done



The bones of us

Keeping us up and laying us down

Our skin, covering all the oddest parts of us

Our brains, the only machines

to create cures for themselves

Our bodies are great things

Our cases and our cages

Holding us together

Keeping us in.