The Ship of Thebes

by JordanB

Ever since I learned
About the mythic Thebian boat,
How piece-by-piece it turned
Itself entirely inside out;

I resolved to accept
That I, a new man, each day,
As tiny bits of my flesh
Succumb to rebirth and decay.

But though I’ve been freed
By endless transmutation
Not everyone can see
With the same imagination.

Namely my creditors
Still ardently claim
That the self I was before
Is the self that I still am.

If only had I construed
That they were so fast bound
To philosophical views
About where “I” may be found.