Us poor poets with our shabby chapbooks and meagre followings: lemmings; gophers; and rabbits, all following to the abyss! must needs dig deeper in our poverty ridden souls for the next sloppy..’work’, as they like call it; like the heavy equipment operator, in days of yore, –up there in the seat of power fingering his pocket-watch, handy for minding the time pulling on sticks, pushing at pedals and things to make Mr. Steam-shovel serve his desired purpose, pawing at earth’s crust, dredging up its stratified contents, and hapless creatures, regarded as mere waste in progress’ way; man-in-the-seat not even as noticeable as the ant packing in some m i n i- s c u le menu item, along on his path back to the colony, under the “..face of the firmament of heaven.” (Genesis 1:20) Sufficient, would it be to let go, and let God do what God does best..handle the pen that writes the poem, personally, by writing on the table of a poet’s heart, his psalms and hymns; then! all would be well; and the liberated servant – formerly, a long-winded fellow – cleansed of all sin, will pen..by the strength of his convictions, “It is well, it is well with my soul.”