Function

Function

A Poem by Frances Clark

We don’t know how we stand,

Your body can always crack.

Unexpected, unreachable,

Even shocked.

 

Protein, lacking in

Because it’s not always

Easy to consume,

And you tell me I should be able to.

 

In that instance, tell me when I turn pale,

It’s only your duty,

Your politeness that should suggest

Such a function because I may faint.

 

I would give that pleasure,

If it was another one.

I don’t mean to be so polite,

But maybe you’re too beautiful.

 

I can turn you away from dying,

If you give me the same pleasure

Then at least you tried,

And I know you would have.

© 2013 Frances Clark


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Added on October 11, 2013
Last Updated on October 11, 2013
Tags: Life, body, mind, human condition, beauty, death, protein, food