A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

SOUL AND BODY
(11/8/11)


they
would have
us believe
that we are
walking about
in flesh vessels
each stuck singly
to a planet
hurling around
only one
of countless
stars

imprisoned
in three
dimensions

tortured
by bodily
functions

birth
hunger
digestion
evacuation
disease
death

disgusting

absurd

they
are
mad

they believe
in an ancient
cult
of corporeal
fantasy
imagining
sundry types
of pleasure
and pain
pulsing
from some sort
of sordid
physical
existence

we laugh
at them
as we drift away
on currents
of light
feeling
every bit
of the infinity
that is
our origin

let them
rot
if they
so choose

we are
boundlessly
beyond
their cell
of cells

we are
forever