we the most precious
examples of how the spin of flesh
makes vessels of each of us
sets us whirling in place
our parts and bits end up
precisely where they should be
their placement in our lives
perfection — all of us exactly
where we are meant to be
even if it leaves us in despair
or rage to be present
with our moment personal and global
even if it leaves us wanting
difference and upheaval
we the agents of the disruption
this is no false peace
we were neither meant for peace
nor holy acceptance
of bend and bow and scrape
we are the warriors and medics
of today’s mayhem and failure
we must look each other
in the eyes and say
you are perfect not broken
worthy not deficient
honored not disgraced
no time for shaming or discarding
as we the mass are
one last chance for miracles
vectors for hope