Look at it, if you will, this way:
If you're here now and likely alive,
Where were you before today?
Before, that is, you dropped or dived
Into this wild and woolly world?
Not a cut-rate clue have you
Unless you think you once uncurled
And mewing in Mama's uterus grew.
Well, that's true, but it is not all.
You dew-dropped in like a lonesome lover
From that place you're gonna recall
Once your earthly life is over.
If you don't believe me, wait and see.
no one has ever arrived from nowhere,
Not even The Champ, Mohamed Ali.
The trick now is to find that somewhere.
Stop looking at me with worried wonder
As if I knew who He might be:
The One who'll call with tone of thunder
To searchers yearning to be free.
You'll have to wait for future Cantos,
hopefully in number seven,
Including pathos as well as bathos,
If by then you're not in heaven.