Spirits Count


A chorus flesh without minds to teach.

Organs play within arm’s reach.

Letters penned digit free.

Spirit adds and souls see.

Eyes can taste what ears can’t smell.

Lips walk back where legs won’t dwell.

Hands don’t beat the hearts grip.

Lungs do fill with one last sip.

Blood’s bled for freedom’s speech.

Our number’s noted to later preach.