The Barbaric Nature of Things

With ear pressed to soil,

Civilized man

Heard barbaric Earth's question:

 

"Does something always have to be wrong?"

 

The grass shivered

In a satisfied sway.

Horizon swallowed sun

To give birth the next day.

The trees asked nothing;

It would rain anyway.

 

And

 

Man trained patience

To move when he'd blink.

Mental maladies plagued

And drained like kitchen sinks.

Leaders instinctively killed

Enough not to think.

 

Blurting in straight honesty,

Civilized man

Answered barbaric Earth's question:

 

"We try to keep it that way."