I Sing the Body Eclectic
I sing the body eclectic.
There stands the man with the
fistbroken nose, the Sea grass tuft hair
and the opposed ears.
Wonderful in his uniqueness.
There stands the woman with the
knife gash mouth, the time-sunken eye
and malnourished skin.
Wonderful in her uniqueness.
I walk the scale grey pavement
of the town, oily with finished rain.
There the long-limbs, clean and young,
there the builtup shoe and halting step.
there the breast raised by artifice,
there the breast standing free.
there the blurry eye that speaks
of a lifetime of monotonous labour,
there a roll soft fat baby wrapped
warm on plastic wheels.
There the tall,
There the short,
There the young,
there the old,
there the feminine,
there the masculine,
wonderful in their uniqueness.
I walk through the crowds in wonder
while the wet pavement steams.
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