The Body's Duty

To say without the deed one chews to spit,
But Bubble-Gum tongued heroes waste their tongue
Time's bones will not be knit by deeds of lung,
For only blood on skin is worthy writ.
To feel without the deed one burns a corpse,
Or winds a rusted clock that will not tick,
For greatness breathes his spirit but to quick
The muscles wrestling guiding hist'ries course.
The flame is for the engines flashing fight,
The say is for the world to flee the way,
The will is for to teach the body flight,
The sun is for the time to know it's day.
In lust and blood and rays of mind the flesh
Must make the world and joy and day afresh.



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