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Charitable Deductions
Kate Bernadette Benedict


This is what I deduce:

That selfishness is born of deprivation.
That harsh words are the fearful’s bungled prayers.

That the gluttonous are starved,
the greedy cheated,
the lecher too unloved to hazard love.

Beneath the cold rock, the slug takes cover,
despised, unbeautiful,
spineless, lacking skeleton or shell.
Raise the rock:
it twirls its little feelers and shrugs itself,
innocent, tolerable, defenseless in the sudden light.

From Here from Away (Wordtech Communications, 2003)
© by Kate Bernadette Benedict.
Used with the author’s permission.


Kate Bernadette Benedict lives and writes in Riverdale, a leafy neighborhood in the Bronx, New York. She is the author of two full-length poetry collections, Here From Away and In Company, and editor of the erstwhile poetry journals, Umbrella and Tilt-a-WhirlLearn more about Kate at 



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Beautiful and true x
Posted 04/11/2015 03:48 AM
Posted 04/10/2015 12:53 PM
I agree with your deductions...beautiful poem.
Posted 04/10/2015 11:56 AM
Wilda Morris:
Posted 04/10/2015 09:09 AM
Let them decorate the windscreens of people too lazy to walk.
Posted 04/10/2015 07:09 AM
Both witty and tender; not easy to do. Lovely.
Posted 04/09/2015 11:50 PM
Lovely and deeply human.
Posted 04/09/2015 11:32 PM

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