We sell our selves down the river by the ounce, not
by the pound,
As politicians sell the common good to special interest groups.
Little by little. Principle by principle. Love by tiny hopeful love.
Like a baby crying for its mother
Like a viola longing for a bow
Like the self, fabricating other
As the still stream dreams the raging torrent
As Earth longs for the presence of her children
Like grace, never ending, never known