The Crafting of a Man

Have you ever stopped to think,

Imagine if you can,

How much work went into

The crafting of a man?.

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All that blood and sinew,

With all those twiddly bits.

With nerve-ends sparking in the brain

And the notions it transmits.

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Chambers that continually beat;

Sacks that keep filling with air.

Orbs that take in the world we’re in;

Slowly growing hair.

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All those hinged connections

With lubricant, just enough.

The strength of bone and tendon;

Quite apart from the mental stuff.

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Why, there are teeth and feet, chests and ears;

There are groins, temples and eyes.

Elbows, arteries, cuticles and glands,

Navels, pupils and thighs.

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There are backs and loins, throats and spines;

There are skulls, knees and veins.

Thumbs, shoulders, toes and napes,

Fingers, kidneys and brains

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There are hearts and cheeks, calves and thighs.

There are tongues, heels and arms.

Mouths, livers, nails and jaws,

Legs, necks and palms.

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Not to mention the hip and the lip,

As well as the hand and the gland.

Where would we be without chin or shin?

No need to further expand.

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It’s all made to fit together;

To work as a total thing.

Cells that fight invading germs,

Chords to talk and sing.

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Just imagine the initial design,

And the development of the plan.

What an awesome task to undertake;

The crafting of a man!