Carved out of shadows
Constructed from ash
Our hearts were filled shallow
And our minds were made rash

Our skin is the fragile enamel
That wraps around our bones
Proving that we're only mammals
Refusing to reveal what's already shown

Our lungs are indecisive balloons
Expanding and deflating in turns
Desperate for air, as if caught on the moon
We breathe in order to learn

Fingers and toes are spun from webs
Creating quite the intricate designs
We're given an identity that will never ebb
And an existence that we must resign

But faces are the most important
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Noses dissect what is discordant
And the mouth makes the expression whole

People, sadly, are born dead
But humans are of a different matter
We're made of the stuff that we've bled
So we must be careful not to splatter

The main ingredient is life
With just a sprinkle of death
But don't forget the strife
For it puts voice unto our breath  

We thrive in what we hate
We stumble in what we love
Yet this is the way to create
The stuff that we're made of