If I

If I had mind

to question it, might wind up
witness to sadistic slavery

in the family.

If I had strength

to challenge it, might settle on
building creatures of hard

stigmatized living.

If I had sense

to peek into it, might land upon
the collapse of delivery

daily our bottled ink.

If I had yearning

to fathom it, might strike a
detail some philosopher’s

romantic sensation.

If I had carriage

to face it, might just jump
join the chorus singing

out your vale tears aloud.

If I had time

to pen it, might arrive
poem at hand calling on

other quantities I do have.