Tuvo retuvo

 

There has to be sometimes a way to salvage things like friendship or innocence from the butchery of the world. That's really what I'm trying to do here, really. Substitute a purity (as I see it) for the recent spectacle of a man being burned alive, In fact, make them the same...

 

Only a poem can do it.

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There's a friend from the south

   kept

in loving-kindness & mildness
   with me

(and meant to be as such);

a sun-warmth and a table, in
  fact! a relief

from the eye-scratch and glare--
   baby-breath not

just collapsible into death nor
   ever can be:

never to be just out there, alone
   burnt in a cage