AN APOLOGY
I'm sorry that I let you think
that I could ever give a wink
who won the Oscar, or the game,
or any war fought in my name,
as if your petty contests and
achievements ever match the grand
accomplishments of butterflies,
as if what you could raze or rise
would interest me, save what you've done
to others, whether one by one,
or two by two, or herd by herd --
I'm sorry that I let the word
"dominion" ever come to be
applied to anyone but me.
David R.
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