Strayed Like A Howling Dog, Going Deeply Hungry Poem by Mark Heathcote

Bring your heart your soul wherever you go
And ask yourself, can you hold your grin,
Can you hairpin a corner and survive
And wink without a cynical smile.

Ask yourself, what will happen when
You can no-longer-stabilise your life
And forgive your own, reckless sin.
Just-where-you think you'll begin again.

Feathered and tarred, seen and circled
Strayed like a howling dog, going deeply hungry,
Ask yourself who you are you be?
Who gave that heart that soul? Put you out to sea.

So, put your best foot forward.
There are always plenty of clouds
And a smile while there's a sundial
Ask, what good it does being a snappy crocodile.

Remember your heart your soul wherever you go
Is a rotting body a corpse still hoping to grow?
While it subsists and endures to resist
Every twist of fate there is.

Remember you're a ghost out of tune
And the key chords to a good life
Is remembering there's always another echo,
Better than the one everyone else sees.