Does any man
Strum or bang or finger
Only for himself?
I would not say so.
I would not like to say so.
The Chinese Lanterns are sent
Up and up in an inferno
To some phantom Euridi
The NASA blips and beeps are sent
Out and out through the infernal coldblack
To some alien Euridi
Trying to shudder the sky & turn some heads
(If indeed the stuff out there has a head to turn)
But turning nonetheless
Turning out rather than turning in
There’s a hell of a lot of turning in
That tears a man in two.
We were made to
Make waves and get caught in the flow, also.
But what’s the meaning there? What is being the point?
Well, what’s the point on the beak of a bird
When it makes its morning, evening anon cry?
The birds are full of problems, feathered problems
And they tell the world. I don’t understand it
But they tell the world anyway. Maybe some bird,
Some Eurydice
Understands it and answers.
So, does any man
Strum or bang or finger
For only himself?
