The Civilized Life
I
When the hands cease creating ...
pottery, paintings, portraits, machines
Or gathering seeds, nursing forests ...
II
When the head ceases pondering philosophy ...
How to ameliorate, annihilate sufferings
Or simply how to be kind, reduce crime ...
III
When the heart stops caring enough to endure ...
things that must be endured (Gandhi did, and Ramabai)
Or a Dr. King, simply to love, give, forgive ...
IV
We become obsessed with those holes
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