The holes
Hunger is universal
and we should not follow a street dog
but it is followed under compulsion.
Thirst is compulsory
and drains ought to be allowed
to flow down unlicked
yet it is licked in madness.
Flowers, birds and butterflies -
the winners of hearts,
suffer from a defeat to money
in the race to the stony dreamland
proving the sign macro-senselessness.
The feeling of the poets
and the hymns of the hermits,
though printed and pronounced
yet the eyes are extra-dreamful
and the ears are ever-unmindful
out of a recognised ignorance.
The celestial wisdom is kept parallel
to the material knowledge,
no possibility to intersect to have a link
between heart and soul
yet we still
dare to win over the celestial world
keeping own world unoccupied
and the holes on it unfilled.
Hungry Dogs -- George Bellows
