Wasted Flesh


Of what use is all this flesh
What do I do with this largesse
Strip me down to my bones
This is too much luggage to take home

Lord, I’m coming, help me be light
Travel with incense burning soul by night
I don’t want to be held to account
Excess flesh for sins to surmount

There are other bellies to fill
There are other souls to nourish
All I need is Your love
For my souls satiation to flourish.


My beginning of the year endeavour to reduce excess from my life, to un-clutter has so far been helpful. I am tall and of athletic build having devoted most of my years to sports and over half of my life to combat arts and brutal physical training, it comes with the territory to become robust and strong, broad shouldered and strong legged.

However, all of it is a waste, it all amounts to nothing and could be better layered on some of my less fortunate brethren.

The turn of events worldwide, the incessant war, creating skeletons of men and children broke my heart at the end of the year.

It isn’t a broken heartedness of literary appeal, it’s a brokenness, literal and real. I couldn’t eat. Seeing men who wove with their hands, laid bricks, erected structures, blacksmiths, masters of fine crafts, the pinnacle of educated and hospitable men of the Arab world, Syrian men turned to rubble of skin and bones, stacked on top each other like discarded excess firewood, I couldn’t put a morsel in my mouth without guilt.

Sorry world, you won’t enjoy hand sewed silken garments you were unable to get from anywhere but from the hands of those fine tailors. Your excess has driven your policy makers to gluttonous madness as they all vie to steal a land that is not theirs.

The world turns a blind eye to what it was and what it has become, eats it’s next meal and burps forgetfulness, amnesia fragrancing the air of their households as they wait for the next meal whilst barely wiping their lips of the one they just had.
No, that’s not my way any more.
I’ll eat once only and even that is too much.
I’ll drink my cup only to stop from falling over.
I won’t need this excess meat on my body. Meat that I most definitely will be held accountable for.

Without boast, I am happy to say I have discovered a finer elixir of weight loss than I have ever discovered in my twenty five years of training experience of which included tertiary study.

It quite simply is called shutting your mouth, swallowing morsels of pride, and eating bite fulls out of your ego until you subdue the carnal voices inside screaming at you to eat.

I’ve lost thirteen kilograms without trying, just vying, never to glutton again.

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