we were dying drinking into night
and once Little Prince said
we can see things truly
only with our hearts
what if my heart was transplanted
into sad people
migrating birds
cattle grazing in the Dead Sea
and here I sit, on a marble
while the bird is humming a keynote
kids shaping hands from a sand
and bees, one by onem disseminate vote
asking "who is to live, who is to suffer"
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