4.17.2014

Under The Legs of the Highway

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
Under the legs of the highway we are
Not large for our genetic strength
Not great for the exacting length
We went for equality to par
Our difference of dignity so far;

Under the legs of the highway we are
But children again on tiny feet
Infantile even should we meet
Another in our magnificent car
Or in a mob of pitch and tar;

Under the legs of the highway we are
Equal in our inconsequence
Just barely noticed should we jump the fence
Nothing need be done, the gate's ajar
Shadowed from their petty war;

Great legs overshadow us
The monster they call progress
But so lost it is from human scale
If we were gone who would tell the tale
Of us traveling light to the farthest star
But under the legs of the highway we are.

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