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One hand isn't enough to write

One hand isn't enough to write
in these days
it would take two
and that the second rapidly master
the craft of the unspeakable:
to embroider the name of the star
that will rise after the next apocalypse
to espy the solid thread among the thousands
swaddling clothes, shrouds, cloaks
to carve dawn on a garbage-heap
Two hands aren't enough to write
in these days
and its thundering woes
it would take three, four
for life to deign to look in on
this white wretched wasteland

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olivia byard

Really painful and strong. Expresses the poet’s frustration and the sense of inadequacy we all feel in the face of such wrong when we well know what woud be right. Sometimes the pen does not feel mightier than the sword - especially the money-sword, and ideology-knife! Somtimes the pen feeels puny, and there is so much to write with it, rant and howl about, so little time!! We need armies of pens!!

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