“Man”
His birth was over hidden shoals and shores
So he was destined for a freedom in
His living. Voices he could raise were roars
Or singing. He could be a monk or sin
With gold along his wings. His ways could sweep
Wide continents or oar their ways on seas
To island coasts. His ships might stride a deep
Pacific storm, or occupy a frieze
Above an Attic temple; yes, was meant
To settle on a throne in marble walls.
His instincts were for conquering and ascent.
He could have waved a broadsword in kings’ halls.
..But what he did was plod from nine to five,
….A dreaming drone within a drudging hive.