Somewhere a Seed

Somewhere a seed falls to the ground

That will become a tree

That will some day be felled

From which thin shafts will be extracted

To be made into arrows

To be fitted with warheads

One of which, some day when you least expect it,

While a winter sun is shining

On a river of ice

And you feel farthest from self-pity,

Will pierce your shit-filled heart.