it should be some comfort
that history
has come to you by accident
trees tapping the window
fear hunger work
you did not earn it
the house
now gone
the angry man the closet
for hiding
nor
did you deserve it as you do not
deserve the rain in winter
the dim gray sun or dry cave
it is only what you were born to
so take it unblinking
say its name
remember
that you walk this path
because this is the way
things happen
in the world