A Prayer in the Pentagon by Robert Dederick
いつの日か ‘Nought = Zero’ がやって来るのではないか？
planets, Sir, endlessly circle, Sir, one yellow star among Sir’s galaxies: Pluto Neptune Venus Jupiter Saturn Uranus Mercury Mars and this-this watered and this aired this favored this one
where all that crawl and swim and fly and run
that drove and swarm and herd and flock are in
with tooth and leg and lung and claw and fin
and created clothed and colored are by Sir
colors (counting white) Sir’s rainbow makes
when whiteness on Sir’s broken waters breaks
arched over tidal blue and branching gray
and grazing green foaling brown down and away
and gorsing yellow glow and honeyed hay
and petalled blush and mottled winging whir;
and limpid eyes each of Sir’s colors wakes dark-irised are and cleared and curved by Sir
tossing seas Sir’s pent-up lands divide where silver shoals in aching green-ness glide
turn suddenly and dart and flatly lie break surface plunge and from each other hide
and stare as though by staring they aver what sweet surprise had widened each wide eye
that once looked early on creating Sir
senses there were then in us who were salt-tasting all along the salt-scented shore
who felt crust cool and looked on shrinking sea
and heard gull-cry on draining estuary and found back of these five a something more
a sense of self and back of self–Sir
fingers though (counting a thumb) were what
we mostly were aware of as we fought
Sir’s elements and cleared Sir’s forests and sought
creation-wise new metalled ways to go by spinning wheel and wing off runway. So?
quarters of our world began to grow too few and of Sir’s yellow star we thought
equations scribbled bubbled in retort distilled its hot explosive secrets. So?
questions pose themselves now as we wait:
did Sir not know how to end what Sir began?
or could we choose? or did Sir always plan?
hands of ours to bring us soon or late bent to destroy what the hands of Sir had wrought
day when we and all our world are brought to
Sir = 神 との対話 という形の詩です
Dave Matthews は、この詩からインスピレーションを得て、この曲を作りました
Too many choices
We’ll keep the big door open
Everyone’ll come around
Why are you different?