OH the handsome bluey-brown bodies, they might just as
well
be gutta
percha,
and the
reddened limbs red indiarubber tubing, inflated,
and the half-hidden private
parts just a little brass tap, rubinetto,
turned on for different
purposes.
They call it health, it looks like nullity.
Only here and there a pair of
eyes, haunted, looks out as if asking:
where then is life?