Vestigial Structures

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Long ago my ancestors left the trees 

with their tailbones tucked between their legs,

and they turned out fine.

Snakes did the same

And grew out their spines,

More than I could ever hope to,

Lost some things along the way

And are still with us today.

Who needs tonsils anyway?

Consult the appendix,

All you like,

You won’t find a good reason.

“All these pieces of me,

From yesteryear,

Are still here,”

I said, getting goosebumps.

If my flaws make me human,

Then what about the leftovers,

From when I definitely wasn’t?

In doing what it takes to survive,

You cannot afford,

To go back to the drawing board,

And you can’t correct the record,

When your body is the archive.

Zygomatic Arches

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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.