A Complaint From The Body

How do you live up there, arrogant rebel,
On the decorative brow of your great life like a howdah?
Don’t bother giving me your inspired answers
To all the obvious questions no one has asked,
You who simply ignored me for ages, taking
Whatever it was you decided you needed but never
Bothering to discover where it all came from,
Whether you deserved it, or at what cost.

Down here I’ve no notion of behaviour.
My only story is an over-familiar process
Or a timetable it’s a challenge to maintain.
Even to describe it is a luxury I can’t afford.
You have sent me your folders of generalizations,
Your systemized orders and pleading inquisitions,
But as you know, I shall have nothing to do with you,
With your ambitions, your suffering, your futile hopes.