I reached up and straightened the Southern Cross last night.
It was just a reflex reaction No harm intended I noticed it was lying down on the job And straightened it As you would a picture. (I did that in an office once When I was visiting for something formal And was given a very strange look By the person who had left me alone for a moment. But crooked things should be straightened, shouldn’t they? I thought that was why we have elections.) I meant no harm by my cosmic intervention But perhaps I should put it back How I found it. |