I cannot find you now, alas,
poor creature, hiding in the grass.
Youíll meet your fate next time I pass,
Omnipotent, with my machine.
Annihilation, swift and keen,
will roar and devastate this scene
So peaceful, pastoral, and still
before I came to wreak my will
on what I did not mean to kill.
I hesitate, but do not halt
the grim advance of my assault,
to blame, though it is not my fault.
What is my choice? Iím here to mow.
I meet my obligations, though
it seems itís better not to know
Who pays what price, when dutyís bound
to overrun and conquer ground,
scattering victims all around;
And prudent, surely, not to rue
what canít be helped, except if you
desert, or do not follow through.