04-11-2013, 10:23 AM
A Canadian Province (do you know it?)
Yellow, dry, stalking oaken dirt,
you bend to catch bewildered hopper
and cushion his arrival
from country three feet further back.
No sweat.
Your billion brothers
would do the same for his,
while trees and birds and streams
don't think at all of harmony;
there's no need for them who do their thing
for lack of other things to do.
But we are god,
and have decreed
that with our diesel hands and churning mouths
we'll make the land anew,
when once we've swept both stalk and tree aside
to draw the sweeter crude.
Yellow, dry, stalking oaken dirt,
you bend to catch bewildered hopper
and cushion his arrival
from country three feet further back.
No sweat.
Your billion brothers
would do the same for his,
while trees and birds and streams
don't think at all of harmony;
there's no need for them who do their thing
for lack of other things to do.
But we are god,
and have decreed
that with our diesel hands and churning mouths
we'll make the land anew,
when once we've swept both stalk and tree aside
to draw the sweeter crude.