Songs of Praise (V)

05/01/2010

And now your heart is tired and you sit down for the first time
Lulled by the warm wind and heavy with your wealth;
And you think of fingers, of nurses’ bony fingers
From the ones that held your privates to the first ones that plucked you out.

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