Give us water and food to pursue our tasks.
Help us not become wards of the state,
impoverished, homeless, destitute, crushed
under the heel, buried in systems, imprisoned,
dead, hospitalized. We die die die. Our dogs
will not walk themselves after we go. Our bodies
will not burn themselves after we go. Our apartments
will not pack themselves after we die. Instead,


ROBERT FERNANDEZ And Poetry Now, 2015.