For 'who by takng thought', can add a wing,
(or rocket pack), with juice enough to pass
beyond death's dark veneer, then with blythe zing,
zip back with ease. With both a monkey's ass
and brain, Man's destiny contains this not.
Expect to see hIm wish that he had paid
less mind to wresting treasure from life's plot,
and much more to a 'cleaning house' crusade.
His scant resources don't exempt him from
the striving to discern, and then unblock
the doorway to his inner Kingdom Come,
where he may then patrol it, like a hawk.
So difficult, yet bred into the bone
awaits a path to know a Grace unknown.