PLUMBING THE SOUL

[zorcas]

 Plumbing the Soul
 
Makeup, hair, lipstick
cannot hide
a linebacker body
clear thinkers
understood
long ago
and cared not –

if-if
joined
by such
in a public toilet
as it is called
in civilized places.
 
But let it be
a Men’s, Women’s,
Ladies, Gent’s,
Powder or
Rest Room
and
all changes.
 
The inescapable
shame
that keeps humans
from being
kings of all
is that they
and beasts both
produce waste.
 
That shame
unites
men and women
in public toilets,
where they are
close in kinship as
animals.
Higher,
though still animals.
 
 Cloistered apart
in Ladies, Gents,
Men’s, Women’s,
Powder,
Rest
Rooms
to commit their
humiliating deeds,
humanity’s
natural duets
are divided
into
We and
They.
 
But where are
remade folk,
not born
We or They
to go?
 
Easy for those
living among
clear thinkers:
public toilets
where each stall
conceals all.
 
No need to
create a
support community
because it takes only
one to poop,
shake or wipe
a pee
in privacy.
 
What matters is
soul,
not
personal plumbing’s
use or change
or whether it
and owner
agree
on who to be.
 
Once that’s
understood,
live your life,
let others
live theirs.