15 February 2013
Amidst a broiling sea
Of beautiful people,
A tide of every creed and colour
Lithe and shining in ecstasy
I stop and stand to stare.
Beautiful, brilliant, slender limbs
Throwing whistling, torpedoes
Through throngs of buzzing, bouncing,
Glowing heads;
Gold and silver, ebony,
Spouting greetings, goodbyes, obscenities and wit
With ease and meaning, rippling
Through electric air,
Over lights and landscapes
Made by their fair hands.
Never has the human race
Seemed so majestic, violent,
Full of fervour, wonderful and bright,
Twirling through infinity, full speed ahead
A blur of vitality, a passionate glow and hum,
Bubbling all the way
As the sun and moon waltz 'round
Their muddled, magnificent whiz zing crawl
Absorbed, enthralled
By this unique and intricate spectacle.
And what is this?
What is this daily pattern,
This quotidian eruption of la naissance, le mort et la vie?
A specimen
Of Man's glory, pride and might?
Here, under stars and cities' beacons alike
The finest display of everyday life,
Hustle and bustle
In Man's search for meaning.
Man • Opuss № I