Your bones are always dissolving But theyre always reforming too Osteoclasts flash past osteoblasts One breaking you down and one making you new And your teeth are bones filled with blood A shell of hard mineral, made to bite So they can crack through a deers tibia Your apatites feed your appetite And we have names for the stones we grow Inside of this flesh we call our home Hydroxyapatite keep me whole Oh sing your praise to the god of bones Of bones! The god of bones! Inside of thm all is soft marrow That makes the blood in your veins It flows through th honeycomb osteons Then Havers along its way And your fingers have never had muscles Just bones and the sinew between The tender edge of this homunculus Is a puppeteers sticks and strings And if you should shatter your leg in two Your bones will never give up on you Living rock stitching together anew Oh see what the god of bones can do! Of bones! For the god of bones! When you die your bones stay behind Or at least some of them will The dense apatite of the cortical shell Endures while the rest melts into the soil And they sit and remember the story That theyve helped you tell Your fractures, your sickness, the length of your days Until they dissolve and forgot it as well So reach up to your skull and feel for the seams At the front and the back and the ridge in between Hard plates stitched around your waking dream Scripture writ into the sutures, so read! The God of Bones synarthrosian creed That reads, go fly while you still have wings For the world is hard and cold indeed But your bones are made of sterner things. Oh bones, god of bones!
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