Those who carry grand pianos

to the tenth floor wardrobes and coffins

the old man with a bundle of wood hobbling toward the horizon

the lady with a hump of nettles

the madwoman pushing her baby carriage

full of empty vodka bottles

they all will be raised up

like a seagull’s feather like a dry leaf

like an eggshell a scrap of newspaper on the street

Blessed are those who carry

for they will be raised