SOME WORDS

“WERE YOU TO LEAVE ME, I WOULD NOT DIE,
NOR MAKE GRIEF A TRUMPET TO SHATTER THE SKY.
I WOULD NOT ASK FOR ANYTHING MORE
THAN TO WALK ACCORDING TO NATURAL LAW,
ONE FOOT BEHIND, THE OTHER BEFORE.
I WOULD RISE AT MORNING, SLEEP AT NIGHT,
AND TELL UNFAILINGLY BLACK FROM WHITE.
I WOULD USE MY BRAIN TO EARN MY BREAD,
SNARL WHEN HUNGRY, SIGH WHEN FED.
BUT I WOULD NOT LIVE, I WOULD BE DEAD.”

GEORGE A. GRABER (ALEXANDER CORDELL)