We respect, here in America,
what is concrete, visible. We ask
What is it for? What does it lead to?
My sister
put her fork down. She felt, she said,
as though she should jump off a cliff.
A crime has been committed
against a human soul
as against the small child
who spends all day entertaining herself
with the colored blocks
so that she looks up
radiant at
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