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
