Too volatile, am I?too voluble?too much a word-person? <br />I blame the soup:I'm a primordially <br />stirred person. <br /> <br />Two pronouns and a vehicle was Icarus with wings. <br />The apparatus of his selves made an ab- <br />surd person. <br /> <br />The sound I make is sympathy's:sad dogs are tied afar. <br />But howling I become an ever more un- <br />heard person. <br /> <br />I need a hundred more of you to make a likelihood. <br />The mirror's not convincing-- that at-best in- <br />ferred person. <br /> <br />As time's revealing gets revolting, I start looking out. <br />Look in and what you see is one unholy <br />blurred person. <br /> <br />The only cure for birth one doesn't love to contemplate. <br />Better to be an unsung song, an unoc- <br />curred person. <br /> <br />McHugh, you'll be the death of me -- each self and second studied! <br />Addressing you like this, I'm halfway to the <br />third person.<br /><br />Heather McHugh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghazal-of-the-better-unbegun/
