And So Because We Don't Want To
We do. We dangle the flame before
the wick and watch it grab hold like
a thirsty child or a madman handling
the merchandise who walks out
without paying. We've forgotten
what good weather is and what good
manners will get us—tea, asparagus,
a pot of mayonnaise gone opaque under
candlelight, dinner for ten with gilded
patrons and jewel-studded benefactors.
Everywhere there is a philanthropist,
someone giving, someone taking.
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