AN ANTHROPOCENTRIC APOLOGY by Mark Head
There gropes the blinded master
There the mistress seeks her fill
And in their heaving breaths light
The fight for life begins:
Of millions marching
Towards original sins.
When later on the taming of the beast that’s never seen
Is thought complete,
A man so civilized
‘How have the mighty fallen?
Then his own descent begins;
For in his silent loving
The flight for life returns
A new lord,