Walk through the canyons and hear not the owl
Who is wise and guides
All to his doom.
Hop across the red slick-rock - run down through the Narrows.
Jump from hills of White Sand
In the thundering rain.
For the bats do not sleep in the hanging of gardens.
While the wind cools the rocks,
The water and trees.
The Subway will flood from the rain in the sunset.
While the Angels will tenderly
Land on their knees.