speaking philosophically
when did I become me?
at what precise point
did this idiosyncratic joint
of muscle and gristle
separate from the abyssal
plain of endless eternity
in a messy ward in maternity
at the local London infirmary
and eventually become
that certain kinda someone
who, when waving goodbye to a friend at the station and blissfully unaware of the danger,
turns on the spot
and finds himself lost
in the voluminous beard of a stranger