flat.fish.flesh

If it be true that when you left
you took a part of me,
then surely too, it must be so,
in me some of you be.

Is it that slice that wakes at night
and wanders until dawn
or handsome chunk of mad cap life
that rants and raves with scorn?

That frame we hung about the world
that we might clearly see
how things are actually done,
not as they claim to be?

Defiance of a world unjust
in ways that show our care?
Do I myself wear gleeful grin
because you stitched it there?

This rule does not only apply
to me but all you too.
To everyone that sparkles still
with light that’s due to you.

So is it true you have not gone?
Who do I find with me?
When walking round this city’s streets
in me some of you be.