A poem by John Goggin
Do not, I pray you
Prostrate yourself in any direction, nor
Wave your arms about and mumble, nor
Tear your hair and throw dirt upon your shoulders, nor
Stick crumpled notes into ancient crannies, nor
Sing “Hail to the Whozit, may he live evermore”, nor
Spend your time chanting sutra at the gym, nor
Fast until you’re weak [...]

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