The Safety Poem
Well if I fell into a real deep hole?
Who would be there to pull me out?
Suppose the hole went deeper down
and I found my people.
A tribe that jealously strove
for the future. Every ugly event
that they grabbed for they tore apart
for the early learning. Imagine I learned
a dirty lesson down there. In holes
there are no meanings. As we
do not live in fantasies many
things are true. Many men
are crushed or moved to dig
and dig. Just leave the hole.
Imagine that you learn nothing
as I learned to imagine. Family,
fortune kept from all of the dirt
I could fit under a fingernail.
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