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