ANTHROPOCENTRIC APOLOGY

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
Innocents
Towards original sins.

When later on the taming of the beast that’s never seen
Is thought complete,
A man so civilized
Surveys
‘How have the mighty fallen?
Then his own descent begins;
For in his silent loving
The flight for life returns
This lord,
Slower, older,
Dying
A new lord,
Unborn,
Churns.

ENDE

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