The Octopus

only one person
in the whole world

the way we say
there is only one god

a moving tentacle
slap it and the soul cringes
chop it and the octopus
is not the same again

the whole world trembles
to absorb loss of every soul

the way the octopus swirls
to its new state with a lost limb

the way everybody is to the whole
the one person, one god

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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