It’s no wonder that those poets wrote the words they did
With awe inflated by the mountains and the lakes
That shimmer black, proving that the depths could eat
Our bodies and our souls, swallowed whole for nothing more
Than fish food, sinking to three hundred feet.
It would be nice to traipse the children out,
To teach them how and why those words still stand,
Where that inspiration flowed, and hopefully
They’d understand the world some more,
The way it works and why us adults show our fear,
The things we’ve seen and how we know
Control is weak and life is fragile in our hands,
And nature is the ruler of it all, no matter how we try to fight
Against the rising morning light.