Post by cairo on May 17, 2009 19:57:49 GMT -5
Across the fields they wander,
Israelites without a Moses,
faces without noses.
Lithuanian farmers, herding
half-heartedly, their flock.
'Baa' say the sheep. And
'Baa' respond the men, for they have long
forgotten when it is to talk
in the tongues of civilisation.
This they do pursue: the last vestige of that myth,
that fable,
that in the presence of steel and industry,
and with the disinterested protection of law,
man may become something more than his
instincts and his
temper and his rage.
Lithuanian farmers stop in tandem and gaze upon their flock,
and know the difference between themselves and their sheep,
and know that yes,
yes, they shall pick up the phone
yes, they shall be more than animals
yes, they shall embrace civilisation,
and no, not just because of the nipple tassels.
Lithuanian farmers think,
yes: they shall cast eight points for Iceland.
Israelites without a Moses,
faces without noses.
Lithuanian farmers, herding
half-heartedly, their flock.
'Baa' say the sheep. And
'Baa' respond the men, for they have long
forgotten when it is to talk
in the tongues of civilisation.
This they do pursue: the last vestige of that myth,
that fable,
that in the presence of steel and industry,
and with the disinterested protection of law,
man may become something more than his
instincts and his
temper and his rage.
Lithuanian farmers stop in tandem and gaze upon their flock,
and know the difference between themselves and their sheep,
and know that yes,
yes, they shall pick up the phone
yes, they shall be more than animals
yes, they shall embrace civilisation,
and no, not just because of the nipple tassels.
Lithuanian farmers think,
yes: they shall cast eight points for Iceland.