What am I?

Little hands down my throat, strikes my nerves

Comes up and through then falls.

Shakes my bland and shining ribs, pulls apart,

Splits away and opens, and sings in hollow bones

With odor of sweet liquor and blood and body of Christ

Down velveteen necks.

Through cold teeth and shattered limbs.

His blooms in my ears, and they bleed,

With open mouth and reaches down, taps my spine

And puts me with the gods in heaven,

Tears down my throat and makes me sing,

Impresses upon me

Sweet hymn of the Lord, oh Almighty Shepherd,

"Pull me together, make me new and whole again."

Guess.