I dislike an image of an arm or head
Cut off and separate from the holy whole
Nor a leg that has no mate inside the bed
I like to see us as complete instead
Then I want to viscerally feel the soul
I dislike a cut off arm, big toe or head
Symbolically, without my mate.now dead,
I confess I feel confused about my role
Like a leg that has no mate and feels like lead
But what is it that makes a whole when we’re in bed?
Two human beings bodily enthralled?
I dislike to see a man without a head
Could we sleep with cats and rout the dread?
I don’t like seeing parts when they play roles
Like a leg that has no mate nor even peg
I hate to see a frog inside a bowl
I can’t eat fish, their eyes look so appalled.
I dislike the image of a cut off head
And a leg that has no mate but hops instead