Oh great people, great healthy people

Oh great people, great healthy people with bosoms abulge and necks like reeds
I want to like the fire of empathy that burns on your cheeks
I want to write in the wake of your perfect gait
I want to abide your teeth, carnivorous and straight
I want to bury my envy at your feet, live inside your vital needs
Listen, great health. My own afternoon is dying and I can’t wait
My pain is the shrapnel of faith, exploded behind my face.
Please, not everybody can right, or does it matter, the other’s gaze?
It matters after the pain, it has a second place.
Pain learns the deeper faith.