The Crime of Being Small

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"Kinder Than Man" by Althea Davis

And God
\ please let the deer
\ on the highway
\ get some kind of heaven.
\ Something with tall soft grass
\ and sweet reunion.
\ Let the moths in porch lights
\ go someplace
\ with a thousand suns,
\ that taste like sugar
\ and get swallowed whole.
\ May the mice
\ in oil and glue
\ have forever dry, warm fur
\ and full bellies.
\ If I am killed
\ for simply living,
\ let death be kinder
\ than man.

(Note: the image titles the poem as "The Crime Of Being Small", but the actual title appears to be "Kinder Than Man".)