What The Dung Beetle Knows Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

You cast a wide net, to capture something for your lives
To hoist, to hold, and for the moment...satisfy.
You drill forever deeper, talk louder, run faster
In pursuit of something to perfume your tepid life

Your senses you see are the means by which they flatter
and like a willing idiot you concede
You lose yourself to what you think must matter
Bought and sold and told just what to need.

Break away, or in surrender flail and drown
Have you doubts? Perhaps you merely live to die.
You have to know what's up before you let me down
I still feel the distance between I love you and goodbye

Oh it's wide beyond measure, distant horizons fleeing
Racing away, a thin line melting, hazy desert dancing
Let the dung beetle roll true love away
Over the dune's peak, sizzling sands rise and retreat.