“Man, oh not men” let’s stick with abstract thought,
I did not answer God to deal with this,
I am above these petty things, and nought
That has its basis in real life brings bliss.
Who are these local people who don’t die
On whom I needs must waste my weekly prayers?
I cannot love my real neighbours, I
Love man, in general and the world’s cares
Are mine to wrestle with, not petty, local
Problems which affect my mere parish, now.
I cannot love my neighbour, he’s yokel,
Slow and dull and impervious anyhow
To help. Give me notional man, instead,
The neighbour farthest flung I cannot dread.