I do not congratulate
us for being smart. No,
our cephaloons are helium
But on the rare occasion
that we use what we’ve
been given, that we open
the locks and latches of our abilities,
these are the rare and beautiful moments
that I stand to applaud.
I will not cheer the gun, but the aim,
Not the violin, but the pull of the bow,
Not the tools, my young friend,
But the machines you have built with them.