Ode To My Body

Battleground
where fathers and sons

have fought and lost,
foreign country

of hidden wealth, clay
hardened by sad flame,

at once you have been
discovered.

Unearthed at last:
strange hungers that crawl

in your belly. Sweet voices
that sing in your soul.

This poem is really OLD. But, I still wanted to see if it could be given new life. I thought it was rather sappy and sentimental, but of course Deb Morbeto saw through all of that and found the humor in it. I love that.