Playing field

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.

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