We are more than our flesh
In many ways, of this matter still.
Our history are actions
weighed against higher hope still.
Action still in compassion
lest we be thrown into piles like clothes,
with no more worth than our supposed ends.
this use passes on.
Leaving flesh and bone with new use to linger on.
So label as you please
as you would label a camel by name.
But he is no more camel,
but flesh and life of another
with a human name.
Compassion still remains;
a hope for much still,
more animate than steel
through the storms
that inevitably roar still.
Still, silent, for a moment now,
hearing the call of our name,
like childhood glee learning new names and meanings.
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