Salvation

Those intestines look disgusting
As they work their magic on the cooking
Which we devour innocently trusting
Smorgasbords so lovely looking,
Which is a messy brand of intercourse,
Like how animals create replacements,
Involving less some spiritual source
As anatomical embracements,
And making a process agreeable
Requires provision in all thinking
For consequences more foreseeable
And to keep humanity from stinking,
Like when we take an overdue shower
And see heaven in some water power!