The Gas That Makes Us Go

Not the most exalted topic for a poem, yet a part of the soundtrack of our lives (and many comic movies).

                                                     The Gas That Makes Us Go

                                                   Our bodies honk to each other
                                                   from both ends, like geese going both
                                                   north and south. We’re mere mortals,
                                                   not mute marble pieces of art-
                                                   so say our butt and our mouth.
                                                   As we digest what the world has
                                                   to offer, we pass judgments as well,
                                                   from the sweet burp of the newborn
                                                   to the stale breath of the old fart,
                                                   what is not yet deadly still must smell.