Kant’s crooked timber
Of humanity,
Zhuangzi’s crooked tree—
From neither any
Straight lumber ever—
But for one, too bad,
And the other, glee.
Crooked, born crooked,
Getting more and more
Crooked with weather,
Years, and injuries,
Short-lived bristlecone,
Reluctant bonsai,
You have to wonder
If you could incline
More to glee. Depends
On whether you feel
You’re useful, maybe.
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