Field, John, 1782 – 1837
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsOJ48Ef1-w
My skeleton, especially the parts
Inside my chest cage and my pulsing hips,
Was made for you. Transmitting bones and hearts
Communicate with signals speaking lips
Could never send resounding echoes from,
Or more like warm reverberating masts
Our sensitive antennae breastbones hum
With feverish reception. Marrow casts
Its dark red message with invisible
Transparency like notes. Once splayed rib bones,
No longer split, are indivisible.
This melded structure vibrating now moans
For Chopins of the earth to spin the lengths
Our melodies provide to make curved strengths.