Crying in Hiccoughs

The Eternal I

27 Can We Ever Know? Can we ever know, Life is but a passing through, Man is but seven scores and ten, A little more, changeth nothing? Can we ever know, The spoon and the fork alternate, In feeding the lone mouth, The slave master of this tenement of clay? Can we ever realise, We are, because others are, I, is a fraction of all, And not all a fraction of I? Who’s greater –the servant or the master? Ask Christ, He will surely tell you, “There is room for the lean honest camel, There is none for the fat rich dishonest man. The Eternal I The plural of I is we, The plural of you is you, The plural of he is they, The plural of I, you, and he is we, Since the singular of we, is not you nor he But I, in all totality and logic, I is I, you and he, which is we The plural of I. 28 The object of I is me, The object of you is you, The object of he is him, The object of I, you and he is us, Since the singular of us is not you nor him But me, in all totality and logic, Me is me, you and him, which is us – The plural of me. The possessive of me is mine, The possessive of you is yours, The possessive of him is his, The possessive of me, you and him is ours. Since the singular of ours is not yours nor his But mine, in all totality and logic, Mine is mine, yours and his, which is ours – The plural of mine. What belongs to me, you and him, Belongs to us, the plural of me, So it is mine, the singular of ours. In this ploy, man, The custodians of state coffers From god to man, Excel the linguist. The Scaffolds of Our Being Tailored to praise and lay palm fronds, Our mentors smithed lions out of slugs, And primed tanks, bombs and bayonets The antidote of their slime. ...