this is the warning you'll not get one more
refreshing breeze turns into raging force
and little creek rages out of its course
there's wind enough to shake down any door
it won't go back in silence to its source
this is the warning you'll not get one more
we know this is a matter you abhor
the kind of thing you find wretched and coarse
we bring it to you lacking all remorse
this is the warning you'll not get one more
the hummingbird with brilliant rufous throat
outside our door seeking the early flower
becomes bright marker of the clearing hour
faster than word the first inhuman vote
that's confident or that we could just quote
against such forces as would remain dour
to say that time and light will cease to glower
the world will move upon a better note
such are the themes of what was never said
in open space but still we must announce
the visitor so that when others come
they will not feel that existential dread
nor have the sense that tigers wait to pounce
as they are escorted here by the dumb
