Where were you
when the Lord was handing out talent
and beauty? You have to fall
in line if you want free samples
of acne lotion or tickets for fortune
and fame. Were you just
not listening, or too soft
in the spine to close the distance?
Look what you’ve got
as consequence: a surplus of sorrow
and bones, each many-fingered branch an army
that springs up anew after reaping.
In response to Via Negativa: Allowance.