Body

Hey buddy, this thing you refer to as a husk
is really me,
like a bush with five separate branches
so that I touch,
feel emotion, hear, taste, and see.

I live time in a trinity of tenses,
view life though a universe of lenses,
try hard
not to let time pass without observation.
I admit it’s a fulltime task.

I have thoughts of both God and soul.
They’re a steady pulse,
but somewhere there’s an unclosed spout
where hope continues to flow out
along with wisdom
and, definitely, is not being replaced.

What would you say, if I told you
there is one thing I trust:
that humanity will wipe himself out?
Only then will the earth
recover.