by Peter Porter
To write your history of Janus
Imagine the dual parts of Self,
The Head defected from the Anus,
Kindness on stand-by, Prurience
Brought down a peg from its Top Shelf
And Judgement sitting on the fence.
Thus, capitalised, the halves of You
Can find excuses for their chill
Indifference to Human Crew
And watch unmoved the world go by.
Ice is forming on the sill,
A cold Me with regards to I.
Anything more than Two's a crowd
But I and Me are company;
What's not compelled shall be allowed.
The Questioner who sits so sly
Is I one moment, then it's Me
And Me has turned my face from I.
from Better than God, at Picador, 2009