Panty Hose Meditation Poem by Glen Kappy

1
I flip the bathroom switch
and panty hose on curtain rod
hang before my squinting eyes.

I pull them down so I can bathe—
their saggy nothingness humorous, pathetic
apart from what they sheathe.

Dry except for hanging toes
I hang them at another place.


2
Our bodies are like them
when displayed from open caskets—
they most impress by what is gone.

Our flesh containers draw taut, dry out
then turn to dust—
what's left like wreckage of a little plane.

What filled them
moved them through the air—
now gone forever—

our bodies
not our permanent containers.