A Cargo of Green Hearts
friend, be so tender on this dark day when the earth is barely
holding fast its smooth round self as little as a
slammed door might send it rolling across the tabletop of outer space
hold the teacup gently don't rattle the saucer don't drink
so fast your tongue catches fire like a stone-struck match
people I love have turned into bears on days like this are
turning in their angry slumber don't wake them don't
feed them proud words talk to them slowly the way you
would quiet a locomotive yes if you could quiet a locomotive
yes today the earth requires the impossible
breaking of this normality of fists and leather skin lover
make yourself small be the saint that turned
herself into a mouse pulled the thorn from
the lion's paw and closed the bloodshot eyes of the
jungle no start with your paw your own
thorn remake the whole damn thing you are about to
become ten seconds from now.
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