On the Question of Origin
Why, wouldn't you
Often wonder
If something settled
In your soul
What player placed
The pallid thing
Gratitude to what god
Forgotten gone
Or offal offered
On what stone
To leave it lying
Or load its seed
What purpose caused
The poetic problem
Who to tell
To take it back
I was wrong
Their gift will weep
Or else its evil
Ever sleep
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