Mankind is setting limits on itself.
\nNo more than a stadium of people
\nper acre.
\nEach person is allotted the care
\nof one tree.
\nWar is outlawed.
\nNor more than one world war
\nper generation.<\/p>\n
The list is as long as an
\nanaconda snake.
\nAs poisonous as a black mamba.
\nAs democratic as a mob
\nhanging an opponent upside down,
\ncursing the cost of rope.<\/p>\n
If the human condition is shameless,
\nit inherited the wind,
\nbut deep in the tree is the burl
\nwith its exquisite swirls.
\nFor the gratuity of hatred,
\nthere is incomparable love.
\nIts touching diffidence.
\nIts augurs progress that we see
\nthe excess of our crimes.<\/p>\n
The precarious wonder of beautiful
\nhere and there.
\nLove that wanders lost
\nbut finds a place worth life.
\nThe limits we set mean nothing.
\nBarbarity, more or less, is barbarity.
\nBut a light left in the window
\nis a species apart,
\nrare and consoling,
\nand never enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mankind is setting limits on itself. No more than a stadium of people per acre. Each person is allotted the care of one tree. War…<\/p>\n