‘Look,’ said the watcher, ‘look at the people
As they walk past the shops, the houses and steeples
Think how rare it is that they are all here
Yet they think that it’s normal to live without fear.
How do they do it, the whole of humankind?
What is it in them that protects their illogical minds?
There’s not a place in the universe that they won’t freeze or fry
Yet they saunter around their cities as if they couldn’t die.
Perhaps it is best that the people do not fly
Ev’ry time that they gaze at the infinite sky
For their majestic chaos is a wonder to see
When we watchers gaze down from on high.’