So much war to be eaten.
So much poverty. So much
damnable activity to be sucked upon.
Here, she said,
offering the Northern Lights,
Kilimanjaro, the Devil’s Causeway.
Feeling full, turn back
to the slaughter and shuddering.
Not more tolerable — not that.
Say, instead, less intolerable,
but still that. Say hope; then,
show someone else there is still that.
Dark Matter 
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