This is where the world becomes full of earth,
Where Concrete becomes as land-
filled will All that the builders rejected.
This is where the woman with the suit-
case is empty, and the one full-
filled is the one who Is
Both pleased and satisfied.
For the one is like drinking vinegar,
And the other tastes milk and honey.
This is where the dirty are sanctified,
And There Lie the clean
With blood on their hands.
I don’t know where this is,
But it’s Right where I Am
