MADNESS
“Nothing without a cause,”
You say. Why did the wind
Point with a thin
Lean finger then?
“Laws behind the laws,
And behind all a mind.”
A mind: just so.
Somebody telling it to!
Bidding it point and beckon
And wave;
Bidding it blast and blacken
All life was,
With thoughts of one in a grave,
And wind stroking the grass.