My Picture Hanging on the Wall

My Image Hanging on the Wall
Yong Wan Choi

Look closely: the head and the body
were painted separately

The human head,
like a tree growing from its roots,
lifts its crown toward the sky

The beastly body
goes wherever hands and feet may reach,
just as it pleases

A quiet quarrel coming and going in vain
always together, in liking and in loathing
sickened at being one body, I turn away
and a twisted smile on the wall
stares at my shameful back