14

"From the infinite to the infinitesimal
"I stand," they say, "Master
"Of Earth and Sky, all that stands between:
"Master of the what and why."

This straying herd of greedy goats
Pillage fields of endless green,
Chomp white shoots to seed itself,
Leaving a dung-filled dust-bowl.

Without an ear for song,
Without an eye for beauty,
A mind without an image:
A belly and a bunghole.

But seed and song will deliver themselves
Of themselves and sing green slopes,
Brooks of fish that jump upstream
In the blood of every singer.


© Dan Goorevitch, 1998