Friday, April 11, 2014

2.1074 : 4/11/08 : Stitched (Seventyseven: 79 of 81)

They stitched the great wound
of the great war
But still we knew
there would remain a scar

Who wanted that?
Nevertheless in my left hand
I hold the tally
and stand up to the demands
on me
But ask nothing of anyone
And as a man of virtue
no tax or fee from me
There’ll be no book no statue
Heaven serves only the all good
the all-God One-truth
Look at the sweet good I hold
in my left palm unclean uncouth


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