[from Graham Foust's Leave the Room to Itself, Ahsahta, 2003]
Philanthropy
I can contemplate
poverty, what gives,
my place and time there.
I can pray a lie.
What I'd kill for: now,
a limousineful
of bees. Absolutely
unmixed attention.
Whispered to a Wound
Collapse back
together.
Keep on
keeping out
and in.
Proceed
as the world
(any world
I've welcomed) would --
on thinnest ice
and medicine
and lists.
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