Poetry About Digestive System

Bread disappears beyond the gate of the tongue. Acid and muscle continue the quiet feast. The small intestine gathers what the blood can carry. Millions of unseen guests keep their patient work. The body turns an ordinary meal into motion. Inside us, hunger becomes tomorrow.

Look again from the quieter edge. Acid and muscle continue the quiet feast. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Millions of unseen guests keep their patient work. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Inside us, hunger becomes tomorrow.

Bread disappears beyond the gate of the tongue. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. The small intestine gathers what the blood can carry. It returns us to hunger, organs, nourishment, chemistry, the gut, and the hidden labor that sustains the body. The body turns an ordinary meal into motion. The day continues with a more attentive heart.