INFINITE HUMAN

The wooden bird
     Calls again.
A large metallic object floats in the air
     Shaped somewhere between
     A coffin and an armor.
A soul, so it seems,
Emits words that resemble a warning.

(Orator) ln our infinite 
                 understanding
            We understand not why 

            In our logical way of 
                 searching
            We have not solved 
                 the sky 
            
            In our human 
                 reorganizing 
            We have sacrificed the 
                 soul 

            And we wonder in 
                 analyzing 
            When the time says we
                 must go

:: lyric by Kathleen Wakefield
:: narration by Michel Colombier
:: drawing by Milton Glaser