you whose wherefore is
to be filled-up;
you who deigns
to contain
whatever we say you contain;
you who were built
to capitulate,
built
to be scalded,
scrubbed, and hung
upside-down until you've forgotten
any traces of
yesterday's freight;
you who never gets
to keep what is given,
whose finitude
is all of you,
whose limit
has been built right in—
how is it
your capability
never wanes,
and yet you still refuse to hold
our trespasses
against us?
