This appeared in The Deronda Review.
Don't be an ass, the donkey said.
What with Balaam dead, and all,
No one will hear you if you call.
How will you know if you are dead?
I'm used to being, said the stone.
It's all I know, and, yes, it's hard.
I only have this self regard
To let me know I am alone.
So each one spoke, which may seem odd,
Had any been there but the tree,
Which said, O I move beautifully,
Regarded as I am, by God.
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