ANTHROPIC OBTUSITY

How malignant must a man's mind be,

With no element to sustain 

Him when he falls,

To think he is master of each,

& wisest of all,

Though the birds own the sky,

The fish reign the sea - 

and omniscience belongs, 

To the humble tree

                                                         Do the leaves

      feel   

             it

when 

               they

fall?

Do you think

- or the trees when they fledge?

The Season is done,

The Sun is through

& the time has come

To start anew