fledgist | the human touch

we know each mountain has to have a name

to fix in place what's true to foot and eye

allow for thought lest history go by

announcing that our hearts and tongues were lame

and silent that's the nature of this game

we label both the rock and butterfly

put signs in mobile water and still sky

so that the world entire is ours to frame

some other choice we might have to behold

a universe and let it go its way

without harsh imprint of the human touch

still we think ourselves noble brave and bold

eager to go forth and extend our sway

not caring in the end we do too much