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I’ll Be Here
There is a lake of clear water.
There are forms of things despite us.
Pope said, “A little learning,”
and, and, and, and—the same.
Why don’t you go home and sleep
and come back and talk some more.
Not in your echoing womb,
to scream at you across your fields to wake up,
not part of your denial that Earth is burning,
dehydrated, suffocating on itself—
I stood in a blue state
while you bled the red of its people—(Our people: recall how they grew up
across Holt Street, Maple Street from us, yes?)—
delusional that you were the world’s own,