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Dark Garment

By John I. Blair

We proudly cut the world
To fit ourselves.

Why would anyone be surprised
That we should try to make
The shape chic,
The drape flattering?

With Man the measure for all things
We are bound to bias facts,
To warp the fabric of our lives.

And yet,
For all our skill at tailoring the truth,
We wound up with this dark garment,
This shroud.

2004 John I. Blair  

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