Each time the soprano and the tenor
Kneel and sing to each other,
Somewhere else on stage the baritone
Is about to die.
The Alaskan trapper finds
Blood on his arm, his radio
Dead, and new snow
Falling on the branches.
I don't know why the grasshopper
Doesn't try to wiggle
Out from the bird's claw,
But he doesn't move.
Just forget the idea that
Someone will come and save
You whenever cedars begin
Making that low sound.
~ Robert Bly
from Talking into the Ear of a Donkey
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