The woman appeared from the dark street
as old as the night, clad in black
'I have nothing, doctor,' she said
My heart stopped as I dropped through
time and space
'I will give you my bones, as much as
they can sustain you. Here is my blood so that it gives you new
life. I will tear my soul's path to place it in your direction.
That which is mine can be yours.'
All this I did not say
I walked by silent
The pleas of the countless
the anguish of the living
the impossibilities of the poor
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