Upon the demise of their owners
picked my curiosity.
I listened to pedestrian explanations
portending higher philosophical aspirations.
Of them all,
the only one that struck my hammer wrong
was that God wanted them to better hear
the Truth.
But I know better and so did they.
The hard of hearing took their aural devices
so they could listen to angels gossip
about more interesting subjects.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem