The Worthiness of Suffering
Is ascertained by tasting –
As can no other Mouth, but ours
That grief would be our Savior?
We banquet as if it meant
The meaning of our lives
The Worthiness of Death
Is ascertained by inevitability –
As can no other Body, but ours
That health would be our mate
Across such lonesome years
We banquet on ill-health as if
Affliction makes us feel palpable
Better to feel something, than nothing
The Worthiness of Depression
Is ascertained by our unique subjectivity
As our soul is used by nature
On islands of Earth, until even us
We are struck by what we felt
Were the burdens of others, remote.
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Wuji Seshat 