Team

By Anselm Brocki

Mainly it's my
mind that causes
all the trouble,
acting on its own
always unilaterally
without warning
or discussion,
sending messages
all over through
nerves and blood
vessels when a
pretty woman
enters the room
or just passes
on the street,
getting upset
at an article on
Aztec religious
ceremonies, or
just thinking
about what ten
billion people
will do to Earth,
while the rest
of my body —
arms, legs, eyes,
stomach, and
hands — work
well together,
like a spirited
team, loyal,
amiable, even
affectionate,
and look out
for on another.

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