In the beginning was the land, so large, uncouth and immaculate:
No enclosures, no contours, no borders.
Then the land became: his land, her land, their land, our land,
your land, and a tiny my land!
The fact that some creatures have wings is easy to explain:
The sky is better than the land
because there are no enclosures, no contours and no borders.
But the thing that vexes me is why on earth a strong eagle
devours a weak tiny bird?
I think even the sky is bad,
though there are no enclosures, no contours and no borders.