Corpus Mundi Poem by Patti Masterman

We are the life's blood of the corpus mundi
We are the consciousness that's flowing itself
Through the labyrinth; the traffic that moves
Along the venues, carrying commerce of the living
And when we stop or die; replaced instantly by others
So that the greater organism does not cease
Because of a few omissions, or errors of code
As our body also is composed of many subdivisions and departments
And itself would not stop operating due to tiny flaws
And those parts too have their own mirroring armies,
Little foot soldiers, guarding the gates of the kingdom
Monitoring the blood flow that protects life, even as we
Ourselves, are the flowing blood of the corpus mundi.