The Ratio

I’m so little soul

so little me

that what I see

and feel and touch

is all that isn’t me

and never did

ask my permission

 

I’m so little faith

so little me

as I struggle with balance

and goal and goal

and then another goal

as I fail and fail again

 

I’m so little warmth

so little me

that first it stares

and then it seizes

then it rules

and then devours

to then spit out

the heart I haven’t even

dared to own

 

I’m so much flesh

so little me

not exactly voices

but urges

then desires

then compulsions

then defeats

conspire

and conspire

 

I’m so many thoughts

so little me

a winter’s frosting

biting freezing

icing hard a hope

once held

once lost

once never thaw to see

 

I’m so many years

so little me

and call they do

in ones in twos and threes

to drag me round

and round the ring

and so I bleed

so they can sing

to please the Caesar

and the crowd

 

I’m so much dark

so little me

that even apples

shiny green

and sumptuous red

turn hostile

in their bowl of

fruity venom

 

I’m so much limb

so little me

with giant arms

and massive legs

two cuts then two

to cut them off

at shoulder first

and then at hip

to then perhaps

at last improve

my soul to body ratio

August 1998

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