in times of desperation there is a little one I wished to be
when hearts are spoken on hollowed ground – it is I who can not see.
with virtue of the strongest man-my path looks o’so bitty.
with shallow water in their ears-the babies will still drown.
and in the shallow water my desperation stands in ground.
This poem is by Harmony Korine, exhibited among drawings, Xerox copies, paintings, videos, movies, and much more (included more poetry) at
Harmony Korine, Retrospective, Exposition in sa presence