I cannot address this growing
Urgency, civilian fireworks, or
Your current desire for me to
“Make a difference.”
It’s not because I’m eating grapes
Or because I’m hurriedly pruning
A domesticated animal.
It’s because I’m only using
Language to lie, and my callous
Words would be too splendid,
Too joyful to touch the infirm.
So I must ask you to refrain from
Thinking of me if ever the time
To act is now, or only I can help.
