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what am I?

it does not make any sense to say
“man filled with the spirit”

for if possible to fill
then technically, also, half-full,
needing a top up
and running on empty

similarly, makes no sense
to say, man
delivering poetry

for how, where, deliver?
to whom, by
what means, through
what agency

killing the word itself all
such questions of logistics

and yet with some poems (not
this one, not
this one) there is

a kind of a glow
a lighter-than-air sense of achievement
of belonging, however tenuously to
that great, great tribe
who trace their origin and
path to God through
the shepherd David