How quick I am
to break with goodness,
defend my denial,
scoop beads of earth,
count every grain,
place one on each deed
I have done that shall grant me
clemency, from the hole
I have just dug.
It is a tragic thing,
this separation and slotting
one piece of rootbed
from another.
Jade Forbes
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