"Of all the featherless beasts only man, chained by his self-imposed slavery to the clock, denies the elemental fire and proceeds as best he can about his business, suffering quietly, martyr to his madness. Much to learn."
In the heat of the noon
When the dogs lap the dust from your spoon
The walking man curses his shoes
And the moon couldn't come too soon
You slave to the clock, standing shocked
Animals watch in the lee of the rocks
They're taking stock