The monists were right
Humanity shines one lightSome one huge hand
Has tilled our land
Like sun and moon hold Mexico
Earth holds Frida, then Diego
The love embrace holds the cruel
It hugs the dirty, carries the fool
So I'll wipe their tears; it isn't grace
It's our shared water, wetting one face
My crooked neighbor weakens
Cruel folk light the aid beacons
My heart burns sustenance each beat
Sister, I tell you, this is why I eat
Prompt: "W.H. Auden’s “Musée des Beaux Arts” takes its inspiration from a very particular painting: Breughel’s “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus.” Today we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that describes a detail in a painting, and that begins, like Auden’s poem, with a grand, declarative statement."
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