...If this aid worker realizes what he's doing?
Why this burden of rock and then man? Though Im sure the one who lies underneath doesn't feel it. But why this forced oneness of dust to dust?
All around us, death-
you balance on broken heart.
I help, lying still.
My first haiku. De profundis, domine.
"The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become"- Milan Kundera.
Tell the fat white man to move, please. He's stepping on my heart, and its already been glued back many times, glue chipping away.
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