Ant Smith

This Life

Seven (a poem in eight parts)

Part 1 - Anatomy of a soul

Sloth, is in the restless foot

And lust, is in the groin

Gluttony, in the bursting gut

And pride, in a heart conjoined

Envy, is in the bluest eyes

And wrath, is in the hands

Greed, is in the very whole

The whole of every man

When on the slab

They lay me out

Perhaps you'll understand

I'm less a ruined

Corrupted man

Than just a sorry

Kind of life

And I've been touched

By god's own hand

An unintelligent

Design

And who says god

Does not play dice

When he himself has lied?

To be human is to feel

To be human is to think

To be human is too real

To be human is to sin


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