If it’s the truth
that grieftrains strength,
and stubborn
fortitude,
endurance—
then why
don’t more of us take
out insurance
and volunteer
to stand
without lapse
in the clear dead-
center of the rooms
where we gather
and push the ceiling
up with
both hands
while trying
as hard as we
possibly can
to exert a down-
while trying
as hard as we
possibly can
to exert a down-
and-outward
pressure with the feet,
in order to make
sure the floor
stays beneath
and prevent
the walls from
probable collapse?
Not to sound
like a jerk,
but if it’s good
for our character,
manufactures worth,
and is so mission-
pressure with the feet,
in order to make
sure the floor
stays beneath
and prevent
the walls from
probable collapse?
Not to sound
like a jerk,
but if it’s good
for our character,
manufactures worth,
and is so mission-
critical to the lasting
it looks
of this world;
then why do I appear
then why do I appear
to be doing
all the work—in fact,
how come
it looks
like I’m the only
person in here?
