I have a mouth but never speak A neck that bends without bones I dive where hunger leads the way Yet drink without a thirst of my own I hold world in shallow curves Give comfort, medicine and heat Empty I wait fulfilled I serve I am that never eats

I wear many coats though I’m not for the cold, I make strong folks cry, though I’m timid and old. Chop me to bits, I’ll still flavour your bowl

A man was born in the year nineteen forty eight and died twenty years later in the year nineteen twenty eight. How is this possible?

I hold you up, but can't take you around Weak men lack me, but strong men wear me down The books you read, all have great need You can crack me, but never break a piece

Wide optics engage, Capturing all horizons, Vision machine’s sweep.