A Cargo of Green Hearts
leaves attack me
and stick to me like bats until I
am more leaf than man
November, your cold, cold nails
I fall to earth palms turned up
and by prayer falling inscribed on the
little least of all acorns, with an ant
for witness, I shall overcome
witness me now as I, into the sun
turn sideways and go
just another door, all this suffering
Durga, you feed me the answer
whole: take this candle that is thyself
burn and be beautiful.
set it up now, a light to light
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