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Hatred, even of meanness

Contorts the features.

Anger, even against injustice

Makes the voice hoarse. Oh, we

Who wanted to prepare the ground for friendliness

Could not ourselves be friendly.

But you, when the time comes at last

And man is helper to man

Think of us

With forbearance.

— Bertolt Brecht, ‘To Those Born Later’

but our discarded parts,

with their uncertain shifts from

inside to outside,

show that definiteness

is only the edge

of desire

— Gabeba Baderoon, ‘Mapping’