I Wept

“I wept for the man without his voice,

Until I learned that was his choice.

I wept for the man who had no touch,

Until I learned that was his crutch.

I wept for the man who had no heart,

Until I learned that was his tart.

I wept for the man who had no mind,

Until I learned he was disinclined.

I wept for the man who had no soul,

Until I learned that was his goal.

I wept for the man who could not see,

Until I learned that man was me.

I wept for the man who could not cry,

Until I learned that man was I.”

- Mario Kiefer, A Collection of Monkeys (2018)

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