Indelicate is he who loathes <br />The aspect of his fleshy clothes, -- <br />The flying fabric stitched on bone, <br />The vesture of the skeleton, <br />The garment neither fur nor hair, <br />The cloak of evil and despair, <br />The veil long violated by <br />Caresses of the hand and eye. <br />Yet such is my unseemliness: <br />I hate my epidermal dress, <br />The savage blood's obscenity, <br />The rags of my anatomy, <br />And willingly would I dispense <br />With false accouterments of sense, <br />To sleep immodestly, a most <br />Incarnadine and carnal ghost.<br /><br />Theodore Roethke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epidermal-macabre/
