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A handcrafted poem based on a Dinos Christianopoulos quote that no one will read … not even you
That no one will read.… not even you
That no one will read.… not even you
What didn’t you do to bury me
but you forgot I was a seed.
the handmaiden said softly through her fingers,
thinking, of course, that she had found a diamond,
when what she really found was a cabbage.
She loved animals, hated to see them hurt or die, and would never eat a horse.
Once, she refused to eat anything,
because she had just seen a little boy
die of starvation.
She would often go out into the fields,
feed the cows and chickens,
and she never knew that the chicken she fed
was really a pig.
She often looked in the mirror and thought she was looking at a dog, but indeed
she looked at her hair,
and saw that it was red. She looked at her eyes,
and saw that they were green.
In those brief moments, she would look at her hands
and think,
I am nothing but skin and bones
and a drop of blood, crafted
by unseen hands.
She knew only that she was not like any of the other things
she had ever seen.
She was not a cabbage.
She was the handmaiden,
and she was the seed.
The cabbage is beautiful, but I don’t understand
why this gift sprouts inside
my skin and bone hands.
She never said it out loud, though. She only buried it in the ground and wept.
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