Why, Si?
Let us go then, you and I,
to visit our ascetic, Si.
With how sad steps ascend
to see his tum distend:
lack of victuals, dearth of drink
--and yes, there is a stink.
It hovers over any one
who sits for decades in the sun.
The noodling in your brain begins:
My gosh--what were his sins?
What the rage and what the fire?
Indeed, was it mere desire?
Is that what drove him to the pole
--to cleanse her body from his soul?
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