A for Blog

I’m trying to forget
my cellphone got wet.
It’s a goner, I bet
but I won’t think about that
yet.

Perhaps when I die
my me, my who
my one, my I
distills in minds
and memories
of those who stay behind.

And when we die
perhaps our spirit
pixillates,
the I of we
splits and scatters
into the we of I:

specks of sun
in wraparound sky
singing tough
calling rice to grow
and people to share
our plenty, our enough.

Here we struggle
to free the God within
and an old man speaking
for the God without
says OK to kill your wife
with AIDS but not OK
to block the path of a cell
that could have been
half a baby. Well,
paradox is nice but here’s
a poor poem, I tell you.

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