Habeas Corpus
Years from now when I am gone
And you sit at the kitchen table
With people who never knew me
Show them this so they will know
That I was touched and slightly
Giddy with the silly art of poetry
That to me was harmony and
Melody floating everywhere
They should know too that with
Eyes and nose and mouth and ears
And every organ that ties us to the world
That I love you and it grew and multiplied
Like fission in the nuclei of cells and
Was carried in corpuscles speeding
Through capillaries toward lips and
Fingertips and other body parts
That celebrate a passing touch
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