On the Soul
I bet Plato wrote so much
about the soul because
some greekboy (as boys
oftentimes do) tore into that
flesh with his fresh, young body,
tore that soul in Plato right out.
I imagine he spent the rest of
his life trying to put that wounded
soul back into a body, as he grew
cynical with age, certain in himself
that his body was a prison, and his
soul detached, a thing of pure beauty.