Under the Skin of It
--Gary Snyder 

Naturally tender, flesh and such
Being entirely mortal, fragile
And complex as a model plane.
Demanding attention, in its unfair ways 

Getting, of course, the pleasure it seeks. 

But is it pleased?
Flesh being a type of clay (or dust);
Spirit, the other, like a gas,
Rising and floating in the hollow
Of the Skull-- 

Which is to know the other's real delight? 

Both under the skin, which stretches
As we grow, sagging a trifle
In the pinch of time. Enchanting
The thought of pleasure pleasing flesh and bone.