MAN OVERBOARD



Lost in a state of reverie

About the marvel of Creation

Brought images of things incomprehensible

Into my subconscious vision.

There are more things unknown.



Neither could the mind fathom

The sublime vast waters upon

Which the pillars of the earth were erected.

Revolving in motion like a giant Locomotive

Groaning and croaking, the crust bears the weight

Of million tons of its own weight



Upon the vast open waters

Dotted craftsmanship of many inventions

The ingenuity of God supreme creation

Man; holding sway, manipulating and exploring

To conquer, and dominate the world.



A peck he is, in this vast universe.

Neither does he know, nor feel the motion.

He can neither control nor halt this motion.

It spins and turns on axis invisible.

And sure and certain, it holds irreversible.



A cloud of melancholy over my thoughts

Cast a vision of a vessel at sea.

“Man Overboard,” howled the watcher.

The Captain halts and turns the vessel.

Fortune and fate he rescued the man overboard.



But in the great spin of the earth,

On its uncontrollable turns upon the axis:

There is none to watch; none to howl

“Man Overboard,” over the centuries.

Men have daily gone overboard.



There is no rescue, no fate nor fortune.

Men, tread carefully! Men, tread gently!

The thoroughfare is rough and slippery.

You are the watcher, you are the victim.

Oh Earth! Spin away in locomotive spin.

