God given

we are man made

of lovely smiles

and steel plates

of resentment 

and melted thread

of screws 

and pencil lead.

we are man made

of method and madness

on crutches and bias

the light trys to get in

while the bone is still setting.

everything is bleeding 

and pumping inside of me 

at once alive and breathing for me

passed down 

and built in.

however shifty 

and broken.

your donated heart (previously opened)

keeps working.

it's man that is God given.