Bryan Stanley Johnson
Natural Progress - Poem by Bryan Stanley Johnson
In all faith, we did our part:
generated punctually, prepared adequately,
and swam in the approved manner
in the appropriate direction;
did all instinctive things well,
an exemplary start.
But then the barrier: unexpectedness
(They did not tell us this).
To go back impossible, unnatural:
so round; many times;
we tired ourselves.
Where were the promised homes,
embedded in the soft wall?
Or the anticipated achievement
so momentous, fulfilling?
So we died:
what else was there to do?
But in all faith, we did our part!
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