Corporate Transport Body
My body is a mass of public transit
Running through my flesh,
As supersonic neurons sprint down nerves,
Whose networks branch and mesh.
And food is ferried by the central core
That winds its way on down,
On through the stomach-hub,
And past the branch-line to appendix-town.
My lungs, meanwhile, are shuttling air
Upon the trunk-route to my nose,
And blood cells catch the tube to distant suburbs
In my hands and toes.
My brain contains the signal-box,
My heart contains the motive power,
Keeping my commuters moving
Through the rush and midnight hour.
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