No one’s ever working harder
Than on a gurney or under
An overpass, in a shelter.
That’s where you should look for authors
Who can speak to you in whispers
Lungs make trying to live longer.
And as for the famous authors,
Those works of theirs you call later
Are almost always earlier,
Usually by months or years,
Than the really final labor
Of the wordless within culture.
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