Around both hands we slide the gloves of God <br />And walk into the surgery <br />Performing miracles. <br /> <br />Our taps for wine are parching great rivers <br />The sky will not refill. The stag <br />Ignored will thirst for drink. <br /> <br />We ever prey on Nature's tender loins <br />To feed the gut that never cloys <br />Even gnawing the bones. <br /> <br />Guarded the woods we barge into which secrets <br />Gone will not regain. Now reigning are <br />Godlings with no repentance.<br /><br />Charles Ho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-man-2/
