p o e t r y
What is a Man Made Of?
Tennesse told me
muscle and blood and
skin and bone.
A man is made of
dirt and God’s secret recipe
according to some book clubs
who study their texts religiously.
a man is made of
atoms and philosophically speaking
atoms are mostly empty space
so transitively speaking
a man is mostly made of
empty space but every man
I have ever met has always been
exceedingly good at taking up space,
that being the only defining feature for some.
Maybe nobody knows
and that’s why men
are constantly told to
show them what they’re made of
because they’re genuinely curious and
want to finally put that mystery to rest.
Every time they cut open a man and
take a look under the hood
they always find the same stuff
but perhaps what those enterprising minds
fail to consider is
this is a machine whose purpose
cannot be reversed engineered
and that by dismantling the man
you are extinguishing the very spark
that makes the whole thing go.
So you can remove the heart
and weigh it but
it’s just dead meat in that state and
will always always be heavier
than a feather
but if you were able to extract
the living heart of a man
and weight those savage desires
and frenzied dreams and
that silent boundless love
that fills him like a reservoir
and gives strength and vigor to his bones
and provides purpose to his life of
toil and pain
and empty spaces,
perhaps it would be
lighter than air.
Maybe that is what
a man is made of.
Or maybe what
a man is made of
cannot be measured.
Mick Theebs is currently serving as the inaugural Poet Laureate of Milford, Connecticut. In addition to writing poetry, Mick enjoys cooking, hiking, and painting. He also runs the art website ALSO THAT. More of his poetry can be read in his collection titled Somnambulist. To stay up to date on Mick's snarky takes, follow him on Twitter @MickTheebs.
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