We all have a weak spot,
That’s what he said.
Didn’t know what he meant.
Was he talking about mortality
Or a more fundamental reality,
Where toxins in food, air and water
Find binding points in bodies
To cause corpuscles to coalesce
Into cancers,
Like the nitrates in my ham sandwich
Seeking a soft point in my bowel
To mutate cells and truly become
A pain in my arse?
We all have a weak spot,
That’s what he said.
But was he referring to a chink
In the armour that makes you think
You can be calmer when your life
Is out of control,
Drinking too much,
Running your mouth off,
Acting like a dick when you swore
To yourself that was the last thing
You would ever be...
Again.
We all have a weak spot,
That’s what he said.
And I checked my shit:
Love, life, relationships,
Looking for a loophole
Where a DNA sized mole might,
Out of pure spite,
Sink its teeth into the meat of me,
Ripping out emotions
That pour in oceans incarnadine,
While I run around frantic,
Finger at the ready,
Looking for holes to plug
To stop the Atlantic.
We all have a weak spot,
That’s what he said.
And if we’re not dead then life
Hasn’t found it...
Yet.
©Shaun Green 2023
