
Upon our backs we carry The heaviest objects in the universe That mold our spines into U shapes from a whole nother dimension un seen by our Furred faces And like the Jenny, the Jack, and the jackass we move our lot with Gluttonous indifference and greed stained apathy Consuming grass grown in false whispers, Washed by holy water the Pastor spat out as he laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed A tear drop fell down his puffy face in into our arid mouths Shoulda quenched my thirst but it only grew worse Like the mute who never knew words Wondering how all those constantans and vowels weave together into a Little girl's pig-tails that Cascade down her back Like the blind who never knew sight Wondering how all of those colors swirl together in the girl's coloring book to create grinning suns and rainbows Like the deaf who never knew music Wondering how the thumping of her tiny chest Could ever be explained by a rusty harness Strapped to the backs of tired old assesAll Rights Reserved
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