An orifice is the outside situate inside,
What a paradox. Aren’t you sometimes
Struck by the strangeness of things?
I’ve never liked the platitude of surfaces,
Preferring crevices, plackets and interstices,
Yet surfaces are the parts that we can reach.
Still, God who is good, and knowing our need
Sometimes to reach the innermost,
Has given us orifices the outside inside
Aren’t you sometimes struck by the fitness of things?