Do you know what a poem is, Esther? ‘No, what?’ I would say. ‘A piece of dust.’ Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you’re curing. They’re dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.

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