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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Child
How you sound,
when you talk
How you sin,
when you walk
With a gun in your hand
With a horse and a rope
With the sea,
and without a boat
With two poles, made all of stars
GENUFLECTING
and genuflecting about
Little
your hands know about
Caught between the earth,
and the sky
Looking the kid in the eye
No lie, no lie, not
one