Blood

So far, the reddest river But does not flow forever: A coursing through enclosures Vessels furnishing closures… For journeys should Heart Pump thank: They would cease, if The Heart Sank To be left a congealed mass While owners eyes ‘doomed shut glass…’ Lots of information stores, Not the same a saint’s and a whore’s; Medics who checked the river Could pick out one with fever… Many things run in the blood, Some of them unleashed ‘foul flood’ The Best from this Red Fluid ‘Gift’ Which from parents did lift… On robes Automatic Stain - Their wearers always in pain: Means they should face the way home And for replacement dress comb. While dealing with blood: gloves, For even he that one loves.