STONEWORKERS
Sartre writes that all souls cry out
if you beat your soul...but you must go public.
Gag the poor thing in its feted cell
and you’re comfortless, humming your dirge
“Why me? Why me the self-assassin?”
Tell us then how you seemed to be chosen
to slam your mind from wall to wall
while stoneworkers swagger home at night
(or so you think) for drink and sex
crying “Damn, but today we laid us some stone!”
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