There was never war 

But that prefiguring the mind

From the arrhythmia of emotion,

–

So count on humanity 

Like the weather 

That keeps you hidden

Indoors,

–

Count on five fingers,

Halves of everything whole,

–

Count the body you oppose, 

know it to be yours,

–

Lose your toes

In the sound

Let it snow

Sand, once more

–

For in old age 

The child

Forever forgets 

How to count