Very few people say very little;
nothing much gets known except
that done by our own hands;
hands that tie and do not fist.
Hands that collect, and store,
to transmit that which could be missed
by a history that charts myth as fact
and stories full of heroes.
We like our heroes: they look beautiful
and shiny like bought things. Maybe
it’s we who are the bought ones.
23.5.04
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