In Decent Repose

Words give me the clue.
Punctuation the glue.
Gestures the hustle.
In my mind muscle.
Eyes spotting thought.
The shit almost wrought.
My nose to propose
while touching my toes.
And kissing the sky
for the gods on high.
And the earth below 
for all things that grow.
And the guts that’s in
spotting sin as sin
above kin and custom.
And not just who won.
And worship the good
as understood.
Now leave me be
for all eternally.