Your bones are always dissolving
But they're always reforming too
Osteoclasts flash past osteoblasts
One breaking you down and one making you new
And your teeth are bones filled with blood
A shell of hard mineral, made to bite
So they can crack through a deers tibia
Your apatites feed your appetite
And we have names for the stones we grow
Inside of this flesh we call our home
Hydroxyapatite keep me whole
Oh sing your praise to the god of bones
Of bones, of bones, the god of bones
Inside of them all is soft marrow
That makes the blood in your veins
It flows through the honeycomb osteons
Then Havers along its way
And your fingers have never had muscles
Just bones and the sinew between
The tender edge of this homunculus
Is a puppeteers sticks and strings
And if you should shatter your leg in two
Your bones will never give up on you
Living rock stitching together anew
Oh see what the god of bones can do!
Of bones! Of bones! The god of bones
When you die your bones stay behind
Or at least some of them will
The dense apatite of the cortical shell
Endures while the rest melts into the soil
And they remember the long story
That they've helped you tell
Your fractures, your sickness, the length of your days
Until they dissolve and forgot it as well
So reach up to your skull and feel for the seams
At the front and the back and the ridge in between
Hard plates stitched round a waking dream
Scripture writ into the sutures, so read
The God of Bones' synarthrosian creed
That reads, "Go fly while you still have wings
"For the world is hard and cold indeed
But your bones are made of sterner things."
Your bones, your bones belong to the God of Bones