JUSTICE

You can tell me the day is not now
and I try to enliven my cough
to make sure I’m alive.

That’s how noise is,
that’s how a hundred violins
playing in unison
can elicit applause.
I know how birds fly
and trees seem to revive
to help define the new season
just as you slip into a woolen sweater
and I say colds are something
anyone can catch.
Believe me, the antelopes
have no nation
and empires decline into middens
while justice is better than anything
anyone has ever tried to do.

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