Not sparing the rod

Beware His rod  falls between   ears
And over a nose smelling chemical.

We make holes in the sky by  dozen,
Let a sea scale walls of fishing lives.

What is  our nature  is to make holes
Creating vacuum for the rod to fall.

(referring to the poem “God’s grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins)

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