I sit here in the prison ward
nervously dickering with my ulcer
a half-tamed animal
raising hell in its living space
RIP Daniel J. Berrigan
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Things like my heart I never see, but see
birds heart-shaped, flower-shaped, the radiant
weightless shadow my heart casts – upward