Stephan Nance
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Someday,Maybe ten, maybe twenty years from now,There will be a knock at your door.There will be a man standing there with a clipboard.And you will sign your name on the dotted line.The man will hand overA parcel bundled up in wool.You will look down to consider it;You will look up to say thanks,And the man will be gone...But a plaintive cry will draw your eyesTo a baby pelicanSitting on your welcome mat,And the pelican’s eyes will dilate,And the eyes of the trees will dilate,And you will be a sea anemone:You will contract upon this contact.Will you feel small?And will you feel scared?And will you gasp for airAnd find there’s nothing thereBut a fatal mistake?Will you finally weigh what you have givenAgainst whatLetras de cancionesYou take and you take and you take.Somehow,You will think once again of the package in your handsYou will begin to tug at the wool.It will come off easily in pieces,But it will cut right through the prints upon your fingers andIt will pile up around you in a mountain of gauzeIn a car on a hospital train,Where the surgeons lack credentialsAnd the scalpels are just saws.But a plaintive cry will draw your eyesTo a baby pelicanSitting on your welcome mat,And the pelican’s eyes will dilate,And the eyes of the trees will dilate,And you will be a sea anemone:You will contract upon this contact.Will you open your armsTo the birds?Will you open your armsTo the trees?Will you repast themWith your own blood?Will you finally give backThe breath that you take?(and you take and you take and you take.You take and you take and you take and you take.)Somewhere,Underneath the many years of stinging fibers,You will find your gift.Will you ever understand what it means?
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