Beggar's Song Poem by Gregory Orr
Beggar's Song
Here's a seed. Food
for a week. Cow skull
in the pasture; back room
where the brain was:
spacious hut for me.
Small then, and smaller.
My desire's to stay alive
and be no larger
than a sliver
lodged in my own heart.
And if the heart's a rock
I'll whack it with this tin
cup and eat the sparks,
always screaming, always
screaming for more.
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