Ogres are like onions,
said the green one to the ass.
But hold to the analogy
and strange things come to pass.

Men, we’ll say, are like the seed
sunflowers like to drop,
for only when their souls are freed
can chaos truly stop.

Some have bumps, and some have cracks,
still some are small and frail.
But inside every man and seed:
a core that cannot fail.

Once the thing has fully grown,
the cage protects the heart;
whilst yet the core will feel alone,
it knows itself as art.

Crack the casing carefully
to catch a glimpse inside.
The substance lies within the shell –
where substance likes to hide.

Bite the seed and halve the whole;
let your mouth be filled
by the beauty of your neighbor’s soul,
the seed you’ve pried and killed.