Our Smell

Hands smell like the things they have touched. 
Grubby, they are clean. 
Because what could be more filthy
Then a human without perfume. 

To absorb a smell you must commit. 
You must grimace. 
You must sweat, 
And leave a little of yourself behind. 
Wiping your sweaty idle hands on the grass, 
In the dirt.  
You are clean. 

Maybe spit for good measure,
A fresh morning spit.