The Head Was Also Clay

Body, shrinking body,
Problematic body
Frail as it ever was,

Wants more. Some of the gears
Have struck out on their own,
Becoming freeloaders

While the other parts die.
The working parts still want
What the working parts want,

Unaware their former teammates
Are now bile and havoc.
May we have some ice cream?

May we have a treat? May
We still savor the taste
Of good news in the world

Of other and other
Bodies, thriving, failing.
The body doesn’t want

To know about a soul
Right now, to be noble.
The body wants a treat

While wanting’s left to want
And the pulse still reaches
All the way to clay feet.