 Hi my name is Jiro Jones and this is a poem called Bodies. We are sculpted with the earth. Our legs are like trees made of red bustle and bone. We are rivers and rapids with blood flow like nectar from the fruit of the vine. We are organic machinery. Our hands are claws made of pumping pink mush, small shields of keratin decorate the tips. All threads sprout on us in college and gardens which we tend to like farmers in passing seasons. Incredible is the tongue that tastes, sensing each feature, each flavor. Mountains and ridges are in our mouths. We have valleys and cliffs in each inch. Our pulses sing like birds. Like wind we pull the air. Watch us thrive.