Flesh
In his poem "Cherrylog Road", James Dickey refers to a motorcycle as "a bicycle fleshed with power":
And I to my motorcycle
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.
To read the entire poem, go to http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1193.html
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