Can a Song Do It?

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Killing Us Softly

Born perfect in the image of God

Love-imbued by Breath’s

exhale in sod

Sleeping, drinking,

belching, stinking

we pass gas and wobble

With discomfort we cry out

and squabble.

Without yet words of our own

there’s no understanding up-grown

of right or wrong

done by the throngs

or how commitment differs

from the lip…