Perhaps the most modest and fair
Way to characterize man
Is to spot him center on the span.
Greater than the elemental atom,
Yet pressured evenly in the stratum.
He lives below the heel of Heaven's host,
But feats of strength and wit the child boasts.
The fulcrum of the lever as it tips,
As supernovas burst and cease to exist,
As bullfrogs hoot amphibian bliss,
As lovers idolize a kiss.
The only issue with this plan
Is its founder. Does he understand
Why God above has made him such,
Or why he wields the blunderbuss,
Or why his open wounds will puss?
He doesn't, so in the snow he shivers
And longs for widening idle rivers.
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