Selected Poems of Arlen Riley Wilson

Is the body of my enemy my enemy.

Is the body of my enemy my enemy.
No.

Is it my friend?
No.

Is it neutral?
No.

What then?
It is an organ of your body.

What?
Risen in revolt as in disease.

How to control it?
How is the body already controlled?

By the mind.
Well?

I don't know how.
You'd better find out.

Where and from whom?
Enough has been said.

Thanks.
Anytime.

 
 

 

An Easter Song
Poem Beginning With a Line from Horace
To the Tune of Derry Air
On almost deciding that
it's too bad prefrontal lobotomies
are out of style especially for mothers
Hymn to the Democratic Party
Announcement 1969
For a Ladies's Magazine

Holistic Remedy
Our Lady of Outer Space
Is The Body of My Enemy my Enemy?
Save Your Breath
To the Persian Gulf: Thanks
Old Woman on the Beach
Fist
Quiet Lady
Haiku

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