...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Saturday, March 7, 2015

16. Roddy

"I think it's time that you went home."
So says Smith to Roddy,
his middle child's new friend.

Everyone knows
what you've done for the least
of His kin you have done for Him.

Little Roddy, who lives
where no one reads or plays card games 
or apparently feeds

people under twelve, must be
one of these least. 
"Or else who is?" Smith asks the corn.

He regards it from a concrete porch,
like a stolid boatman
on an ancient jetty.

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