Structures,
Carefully crafted,
To cause ruptures.
Bite down,
Break through,
Crumbling, crunching, crumpling,
Splitting in two.
Anchors for muscles,
Housings for engines,
Ivory tunnels,
Which flank,
The body’s front door.
Leave room for more!
Gnawing,
Sawing,
Clawing.
You are what you eat.
Seriously,
That matter becomes you.
That saying is true,
You eat,
So you can continue,
To chew.
The File Pile 
Perfectly written! Love this. 🙂 Best, phoebe
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Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed
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I usually don’t push people to go to my blog…but since this poem reminds me of when I was dissecting a cadaver in med school (TMI?)…you gotta read this:
http://phoebemd.com/2015/01/20/cadaver-poem/
Hehe. 😉
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