The Poet's Ubiquity

Methinks pilots are such superior mortals For their ability to make metals fly like fowls, And soldiers have such an impressive mettle That makes you salute their daring prowls. Surgeons are such a precise and thoroughly seasoned breed That will dumbfound with details of capillaries and veins, And commanders-in-chief such colossal powers wantonly wield Till they addict themselves to honor and extend their reigns. A charismatic preacher will yodel tunes and heal the lame And win a hefty standing among their peers in a moment; The teacher is the final light and bearer of the last opinion And their learned views sail without a single opponent. But the poet is the chariot of thought that inspires them all. He’s the silent roar of the Boeing with the pilot in, He’s the muffled ricocheting of the soldier’s Kalashnikov; The unspoken overtones of the preacher’s condemnation of sin, The subtlest incision of the surgeon’s authorized blade And the president’s solemn inspection of the honor parade.