Stroke your arm and think:
The universe is bloodless,
Not I; this body
of flesh, veins, soft pulsing heart,
made to spill, to break;
Life, to the beat of mad drums,
or hands on my skin.
The universe is bloodless;
Not I, this body of flesh.
This is a ch?ka which I am told is one of the oldest forms of Japanese poetry, if not the oldest form, from which most of their other forms are derived.
I’m proud of myself for using the word “and” only once here. Go Team Me!