Fear starts when small things go wrong, mistakes
And can’t avoid the learning curve
What was good enough for version 5
No doubt won’t be for, say, 15
Every progress has its hazard
Is resort to statistical significance good
For sure and ready reliability
Hell they recalled 100,000 vehicles
What went wrong there
We are most afraid of deliberate predation
Which has turned into the stuff of mythos
Opponents with insatiable appetites
And a modality of attack
More fierce and cruel
Than our last surviving
Predators in the wild
Enemies that exceed us
Who do things
We can only imagine of coming to be
There may be little worse there
Though impossible to glamourise
Than rogue air spreading disease
Quickly, stealthfully,
Requiring no less than a major systemic response
What’s that over the hill
Something wicked this way comes
The lamb’s blood at the door of Passover
Is it sinful or did we just not understand it
Rituals of mastering horses and bulls
Even elephants and lions
Marking observances
Nothing to fear, sun’s out
Reducing ritual to gaming
And of course with the rallying
Came subservience
About as free as they let you be
Someone has to be left
Chosen or given
To address final decisions
Saturday’s fighting,
Easy Sundays, bluesy Mondays
The week’s passage
You know there might have been something really at risk here
A real downer to congenial conversing
And you don’t want to be the boy who cried wolf
Caused me real trouble, that one
Just, well, couldn’t get it right
And unwilling to throw out the bath water
Clark Allison
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