Be like us
Fall into step
Hear the sound of drums
They patter on
Fall into steps
Dive, immerse yourself
And putter on
Drowned in formulas
Dive, immerse yourself
Swans are the ones
Who drown in formulas
Fish don’t feel the water
Swans are the ones
With oil-slicked wings
Fish don’t see the matter
What’s pollution going to do?
With oil-slicked wings
Constantly worrying
What pollution’s going to do
Genetic recoding perhaps
Constantly worrying
That their gills won’t grow fast enough
Genetic recoding has
To take its own sweet time
Their gills will grow fast enough
They’re impatient, won’t wait
Won’t take their own sweet time
To be like us.
N. Masha is a high school student who writes poetry when she’s sick and tired of Calculus homework. Translation: she writes a lot of poetry.