OH the handsome bluey-brown bodies, they might just as well
be gutta percha,
and the reddened limbs red indiarubber tubing, inflated,
and the half-hidden private parts just a little brass tap, rubinetto,
turned on for different purposes.
They call it health, it looks like nullity.
Only here and there a pair of eyes, haunted, looks out as if asking:
where then is life?