This Being Human (Poetry)

This flesh and blood thing
is overrated
too complicated
and only leads to
its own tragedy

I find my body
not really equipped
for all the rigours
of this existence
thin defences slipped

then the rot gets in
and the breakdown starts
small malfunctions that
slow the moving parts
worsen and frustrate

Soon it is worn out
this too-fragile suit
age-stressed skin and bone
hardly meant to last
a high pressure zone

Not fit for purpose
this old human thing
manufactured by
some pie-in-the-sky
unlikely workhorse