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betteroffbadBurrito that fell to the cold ground and the grimy
You were my burrito too and I felt your loss in my own hands
I tasted what I had lost in your loss, my own mouth watered in sympathy
My hands clutched at your paper, my fingers fumbled, my breath caught frozen
Even as the dropper of burritos' breath, yet untainted by burritos, was caught by sudden loss
Dropper of burritos who was going to eat that burrito
Nothing is less ridiculous than your tears I promise you
I too have dropped burritos I was going to eat, I too have cried
Deep rolling sobs have fallen and tears hot as burritos
Tears salty and fat as burritos, have rolled down my cheeks even as that burrito I was going to eat
Rolled down each birdstained marble step of the courthouse to land in the teeming gutter
Weep with me, droppers of burritos!
Weep with me too, those of you who have not yet dropped your burrito
Weep for the burritos that have been dropped and the burritos that have yet to be dropped
Heroes have cried for less; empires have burned for less, and empires cruel and ancient
Were not greater than a burrito when you were about to eat that burrito
Were in their stony grandeur less meaningful, less loved
Anyway you can't eat a topless tower and that burrito was warm
And full of cheese, and you were going to eat it.
Burrito that was dropped, my heart rolls with you, collecting forlorness
Collecting the dust from boot and shoe, every foot trodding this sidewalk
And the wrappers of burritos long since dropped that leave their shredded lettuce drifting
Toward the gutter where my heart lands, solid and mute as a burrito
I am all men and all women, all people losing and eating burritos
I taste what they taste and weep with their weeping
I am even the dogs offered fallen burritos whose burritos were stolen by seagulls
And I am those seagulls, rapaciously screaming, knowing only hunger
I am the shining filthy river receiving the fallen burritos too heavy for those seagulls
Devouring and forgiving all, and above me the crowds past and present on the ferries
Tourist and commuter, each holding a burrito
Tourist and commuter, do not laugh at my weeping!
Secure in your burritos now, you too will feel the wheel turn
You have tasted satisfaction; you will also taste bereavement
I am also those burritos, falling and rolling toward the welcoming river
Bouncing down monumental steps or under bushes or through the wet swarming street
Heavy with all I could not give, an unmilked cow lowing alone from dark to dark
Hands that I fell from in every time and place, I forgive you
Earth, I forgive you. Gutter, river, I forgive you.
Seagulls and rats of the hungry city, I forgive you
Burrito and dropper of burritos, past, present, and future, let us mourn together
Let us enjoy together the sweetness of mourning what we could not enjoy as burrito
Let us comfort one another as a burrito might have comforted us before we dropped it
In that time since severed from this time, when we were going to eat it.
You were my burrito too and I felt your loss in my own hands
I tasted what I had lost in your loss, my own mouth watered in sympathy
My hands clutched at your paper, my fingers fumbled, my breath caught frozen
Even as the dropper of burritos' breath, yet untainted by burritos, was caught by sudden loss
Dropper of burritos who was going to eat that burrito
Nothing is less ridiculous than your tears I promise you
I too have dropped burritos I was going to eat, I too have cried
Deep rolling sobs have fallen and tears hot as burritos
Tears salty and fat as burritos, have rolled down my cheeks even as that burrito I was going to eat
Rolled down each birdstained marble step of the courthouse to land in the teeming gutter
Weep with me, droppers of burritos!
Weep with me too, those of you who have not yet dropped your burrito
Weep for the burritos that have been dropped and the burritos that have yet to be dropped
Heroes have cried for less; empires have burned for less, and empires cruel and ancient
Were not greater than a burrito when you were about to eat that burrito
Were in their stony grandeur less meaningful, less loved
Anyway you can't eat a topless tower and that burrito was warm
And full of cheese, and you were going to eat it.
Burrito that was dropped, my heart rolls with you, collecting forlorness
Collecting the dust from boot and shoe, every foot trodding this sidewalk
And the wrappers of burritos long since dropped that leave their shredded lettuce drifting
Toward the gutter where my heart lands, solid and mute as a burrito
I am all men and all women, all people losing and eating burritos
I taste what they taste and weep with their weeping
I am even the dogs offered fallen burritos whose burritos were stolen by seagulls
And I am those seagulls, rapaciously screaming, knowing only hunger
I am the shining filthy river receiving the fallen burritos too heavy for those seagulls
Devouring and forgiving all, and above me the crowds past and present on the ferries
Tourist and commuter, each holding a burrito
Tourist and commuter, do not laugh at my weeping!
Secure in your burritos now, you too will feel the wheel turn
You have tasted satisfaction; you will also taste bereavement
I am also those burritos, falling and rolling toward the welcoming river
Bouncing down monumental steps or under bushes or through the wet swarming street
Heavy with all I could not give, an unmilked cow lowing alone from dark to dark
Hands that I fell from in every time and place, I forgive you
Earth, I forgive you. Gutter, river, I forgive you.
Seagulls and rats of the hungry city, I forgive you
Burrito and dropper of burritos, past, present, and future, let us mourn together
Let us enjoy together the sweetness of mourning what we could not enjoy as burrito
Let us comfort one another as a burrito might have comforted us before we dropped it
In that time since severed from this time, when we were going to eat it.
