when you are nothing
— Plugging volcanoes up is a bore
When you only exist
as others.
You can judge
the flaws
Of the less-than-perfect
perfection,
Make the fallen
angels small
Whose rosary beads
you handle
Intoning
some prayer
To get you next to them
to feel
When the double play is turned,
the note that no one expects is bent ...
The accomplishment
makes them figures of glass
And you
more than them.
